We’re told that time’s immutable, that months and years can’t change,
But looking back across our lives this fact seems rather strange!
It seems that as the years go by there’s less time in our day.
And clocks run faster as we age; we find less time to play!
In early childhood, days are long; the weeks are never ending,
While thoughts of joys like “Christmas Time” are endlessly extending.
But soon we find ourselves at school with tedious days of classes,
Until the holidays begin; how fast that freedom passes!
We graduate and find a job, then there are bills to pay!
We can’t afford the plans we made, they’ll wait another day.
We look for ways to make ends meet and end up so perplexed!
Why must there be such lengthy weeks from one check to the next?
We envy all the older folks; retirement’s in our dreams.
When we retire we’ll have the time for interesting schemes!
And so at last the time arrives for pensions and for leisure,
But speeding time has shortened that anticipated pleasure.
So please believe, time’s never fixed, it varies with the season.
Sometimes it’s fast and sometimes slow; we never know the reason.
But when we’re old and we look back at many years of living
We’ll wonder how it went so fast! Time passed, so unforgiving!
Don Mulford