Rewinding the Past
By Amy Carothers
Years slipping by
faster than we can hold on to
The mirror reflecting a face that shouldn't be so
For some the marching of time is their greatest fear
While others see it as a map of life's accomplishments
Each dent or slope a hidden memory
A gray hair, not something to be pulled but examined
before
being
colored
away
Watching children skipping down the street
Don't envy their energy
but take a deep breath
and reclaim your own
The passing of time can not be altered
So
As
Time
Ticks on
Make it count!
