How it it, that
in a blink
of an eye,
all of life can
pass you by?
Once you were two,
life was so simple.
The cow said moo,
no stressing a pimple.
Then you were eight,
things were still good.
No worries of weight,
toy swords of wood.
When you turned sixteen,
things seemed different.
You dreamed of prom queen,
some friends had drifted.
Now you're twenty,
soon out on your own.
Saving every penny,
paying student loans.
Soon you'll be thirty,
finally settled down.
Making use of your degree,
feet firmly on the ground.
Eventually you'll be sixty,
enjoying your time.
Grandkids playing with kitty,
happiness at its prime.
Finally at the end,
you'll look back and say,
I cannot comprehend
how it felt like a day.
-b.m.
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