Poem -
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
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Hi Jill...It certainly would have been nice in youth to have not taken moments for granted if it would be known how much we slow down later in life and time passing too quickly....Every day is a chance to make a new change that counts....until we slow down for good...lol I enjoyed your thoughts on this. xo ;)
Haha yes life is too fast nowadays xxx