Time moves faster than a sigh
Echoed ‘cross the skies of blue
Long before we can ask why
One more day is all but through
Life commands a steady pace
With tasks waiting at each bend
Thus, we often come to face
Another week has found its end.

Time moves quicker than the breeze
Blowing ‘cross a fertile plain
With so many jobs to please
Often, we cannot explain
How what seemed like a few hours
Has become a month or year
‘til, as sure as winter showers
A new page in life is here.

Time moves faster than a train
Whistling a merry tune
In a flash, the April rain
Has become the heat of June
Some say we don’t have the time
To sit and gaze upon the lawn
So, we forego God’s design
Then, wonder where the years have gone?

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection