The Philosophy Of Cloud Poem by Jim Yerman

On my walk this morning a tiny cloud caught my eye
And I found myself stopping to watch it on its trip across the sky.

It seemed a little shaky at first…not much movement there at all…
until, encouraged by a breeze, that cloud began to crawl.

As it moved it started changing…I suppose that's what clouds do.
And as it changed that tiny cloud…grew…and grew…and grew.

In what seemed like but a moment that cloud was fully grown
And I saw it glide across the sky…floating on its own.

Then, as quickly as it all began…sooner than expected I must say
I watched what was once a tiny cloud…quietly float away.

This is the way time works I sighed as I calmly watched it go…
For it was not the same cloud I had discovered a moment ago…

Yes this is the way time works I smiled as the sun began to glow
Knowing I was not the same man I was a moment ago.

Knowing how time can quickly change a tiny cloud on its trip across the sky…
Knowing an entire lifetime can seem to pass in the twinkling of an eye.