The elder poet

TIMES A WASTING.

You sit there and you watch it go.

When young .  It seemed to go to slow .

A lot of it was spent on play .

The darkness came and took the day .

 

To lay at night and watch the stars .

And hear the sound of distant cars .

A kiss frrom mom. A hug from dad .

To close my eye\'s it made me sad .

 

I\'m older now . I understand .

You can\'t win this race . It\'s out of hand .

No holding back . No slowing down .

It just speeds up by leaps and bounds .

 

You can\'t see it as it passes by. 

I don\'t care how hard you try .

It catches up . It\'s alway\'s there .

Right on your heels . Theres none to share .

 

These hands you watch are never stopping .

Seconds, minutes . Hours dropping .

You can lose it . You can find it .

You can never get enough of it.

All because of time.