I look to my past, recognize my present,

and wonder what my future will hold,

I’ve had time mature from seconds to

minutes and minutes to hours,

Those hours have then turned to days,

Days to weeks, weeks to months those

months to years & years to decades.

Through that I’ve seen flowers bloom in spring,

Felt the blistering heat of the summer,

Seen leaves change colors & fall from

trees in autumn.

Felt the cold, seen snow flakes fall,

and got caught in holiday bliss

in the winter.

All o f this is progression,

A moving forward of some sort,

I myself have done the same in my life.

I’ve cried, babbled, spoken & sung,

I’ve rolled over, lifted up, inched,

crawled, walked and ran.

I was once dependent on thought,

Then curious, learned through trial & error,

And now comprehend and have independent thought.

I look to my past, recognize my present and now see,

I am what my future will hold

I take an in depth look at my present,

Taking from it and learning a lesson

That my future is dependent on my progression