Once Man, Twice A Child Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sun speeds up its flight,
Day melts to day so bright.
The years, a rushing stream,
A fading, hurried dream.

When young, days felt so long,
Now time sings a faster song.
The end, a whisper near,
Brings childhood back, held dear.

My hair, a silken thread,
Lets go and falls instead.
My teeth, they start to roam,
No longer in their home.

My plate, it looks so plain,
No spices, salt, or grain.
Just soft things, smooth and mild,
Like food for a little child.

No bottle, and no sheet,
To catch what I can't meet.
But what the next day holds,
No story yet unfolds.