Ah, such a slow start or so it seems
Days of learning, exploring
Seem in forever’s realm
Rain everlasting, sunshine slow to show
School too long, weekend too short
The snail’s pace of childhood
Then comes the day
Work replaces play
Time quickens its pace
Unable to stretch to meet demands
Unheeding, unfair
Then in time comes the day
To reflect, to muse, to think
Time no longer crawls as an infant
But moves fast as winks
Change’s span seems overnight
Bones creak, muscles ache
Gaseous nether breezes ever present
Gravity finds the unseen
Unmasks the low hanging fruits of age
Days become blurs
Nights race to tomorrow
Leaving our beginning,
We left unaware that life’s highway was a race to our demise.
October 12,2015
Claude H Oliver II
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem