Without Rhyme Or Reason Poem by Audrey Heller

The months pass so swiftly, it's sort
of frightening, in a way. I've never
experienced time going so fast, not
like it does, today. Here it is spring
already, but it really won't be around
that long. Thirty days pass before you
know it, then summer rolls along.
Strange, when we were young, who
ever paid much attention to the season.
We enjoyed every day we had, without
any rhyme or reason. Now, time, is not
standing still. One minute you're enjoying
everything that's around you, the next
thing you know, you're over the hill!