Aging Heart Poem by Eric Thomas

Time runs fast when we are young,
As fast as human eyes can blink.
Turn away and there it goes.
What youth we have will slowly sink.

It runs with legs that won't tire
So that your aging heart may sleep.
Close your eyes and let it fall,
The fruits you've reaped are yours to keep.

Does the river dry when you
Have passed the rapids of this ride?
Open your eyes so you may see
The world you're bound to on this tide.