Growing older:


you are young the world is yours, and no one else's

why worry about the future; it is there nonthreatening

life is like walking at your own pace easy and comfortable

Then suddenly the time is running out you must hurry

you push yourself, harder and harder sprinting forward

the tears are coming you don't think you can keep going

....then you stumble,careening forward

on the ground, panting hard you realize you don't know where you are,
or who for that matter

you reach up to feel the aged,soft,and wrinkled skin time has traded you for your youth


..time flies by weather you are ready or not