Time Poem by Mark Pietrosanto

I sometimes wonder why we wait
It seems to be a steady gait.
The time of youth, but we must wait.
It doesn't seem that fast a gait.
Those teenage years as time does fly
There it is, the blink of an eye.
The 20's,30's such a blur
We thought "Oh, how mature".
Raising children just like us
It all and all seemed so much fuss.
At middle age you watch the clock.
So it goes tick tock, tick tock.
As age creeps in the time goes fast
We are not really built to last.
The plans we made, we won, we lost
It all combines at such a cost.
The senior years as time goes by
Then wait again for us to die.


Professor P © 2019