Time Moved On Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sloshing through the rain, taking my time, going back
home, missing everything I used to have, knowing that
I have now grown and things won't be so little now.

When I was a child back then, thinking of everything
as a child, not realizing just yet that absolutely noth-
ing would ever be the same as I remembered when older.

Even time has moved on, aging me, but not even getting
a wrinkle itself through all the years that have passed
since then.