Where Does Time Go?

Where does time go –

Seems like just yesterday

I was a little boy.

So easily confused

And innocent of it all.

Now I care, care too much

About where this world is heading.

I sometimes wish,

In my nostalgic times

That I could whisk away

And return to my days

When all that mattered

Were the elusive and cunning weeds

Strangling and battling against

The majestic oaks of our forest.

My brother and I would spend hours

Exploring,

Battling,

Winning the hearts and minds

Of soulless creatures and inanimate

Beings.

But longing does not produce-

Just today a friend is engaged

To a woman who is sweet and kind.

I am happy

I am sad

For the seasons of life

Begin to fade –

From the beautiful springtime

Pleasantry

To the midday sun of summer.

Soon, all too soon, fall will

Bless me with its presence.

Then comes winter, the still sound

Of dead wind and cold.

It is not here yet, but

I fear,

Is coming all too soon.

- MR, 3/21/10

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The Universe's Little Reminder

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