by Debra L. Gambill

Created on: April 23, 2008

Poetry: Turning forty

"Turning forty would be horrible", as I sat and cried,
It wasn't age that mattered, though ...
It became the realization of how fast time flies!

You spend so much of your youth wishing time away,
Here now at forty; how I wish that it could stay!

"Slow down the hour hand
Take a minute and make it last
Don't hurry-up tomorrow
Tomorrows all come too fast"

We are all born to be someone's memory.
It's only older when you realize,
How many of those memories,
Have already blessed your life!

Aging doesn't bother me,
It's a blessing, if told in truth,
I know I hold the wisdom,
Not gathered in my youth!

But I'd like my "babies" to still be babies
for a little while more
and the ruckus I so complain about
won't stand against the silence
that's in store.

I know they say the best years
are just about to begin,
So, I'll hold on to each moment
as I fight time until the end!

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