The hands on the clock move slow…
When you are young and energized.
You’ve got things to see and places to go.
Patience is difficult when time is paralyzed.
Middle-aged achievers have met with success.
They barely have a minute to catch their breath.
There are children and aging parents to address.
You’re between adventures and impending death.
You now find yourself traveling down a slope.
The incline gets steeper, as each hour slip away.
You’ve had many challenges and learned to cope.
The final hour is arriving; there will be no delay.
6/21/07
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passage-of-time-2/
