The climb of my life

The climb of my life

How can tomorrow be Friday was it not Sunday yesterday ? My life has speeded up within a senescent passageway .    Tho I am mellowing, maturing, crumbling up my climb. My mind is now mindlesness with the timelessness of time. Yet time isn’t getting faster it is I that is slowing down as I finally face the facts of reality and I frown . If only I had realised this when I was so young then I could have eked out every second since my life had sprung