by Susan Day Campbell

Created on: May 04, 2008

Time Passes

The passing of time's irrefutable,
Marking seconds and hours undisputable.
But our private perception seems prone to deception.
Wish the time clock of life was rebootable!

Our mind is a poor major domo.
Early years pass us by, as in slow-mo,
But as we mature it just speeds up the tour,
And the only thing slow's our portfolio.

When young, our time flowed like molasses.
Long days dreamed away in tall grasses.
Those sweet memories (cept when made to eat peas),
Now time knocks us old poops on our asses!

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