I’ve met him face to face, that Old Man Time.
I do not fear him, but he’s hard to see
And he never talks to me.
I have asked but get no answer.
How long will you stay with me, Mr. Time?
But do I really want to know?
If I could know exactly
How much time that I have left
Could I still enjoy my morning cup of coffee?
Or would I gulp it down and get to work
On all the things I need to do
Before my time to go?
Sometimes I think that time stands still,
And it is I that must be moving constantly
Just to feel that I am here, and me.
Perhaps I should heed that old saying:
(I think it was a highway sign) It read
SLOW DOWN AND LIVE.
(© Anne Vance, 6- 8- 12)
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