The Blur Of Time

In the segments of my life

In the younger years

In my younger years

Time did not move

Days were never ending

One following the last

With a full twenty-four hour count

Each hour a full sixty minute count

 In my younger years

Time never moved

Time taking a life-time

Till old enough for dad

To allow me into auto

To explain

The clutch

To explain

The accelerator

The break peddle

To explaining the mergence

Of shifting gears

With the play upon the clutch

With the play upon the accelerator

Time took three lifetimes

To come to age sixteen

 From sixteen to twenty

The good years

The years of high school

The years of girlfriends

The years of of part-time work

To pay for the girlfriends

Of part-time work

To pay for a ‘47

De Soto with Power Glide

Older yet

Responsible but for myself

Time now began to move faster

The years of family

The years of my family

Of my wife

Of my beautiful

Then young wife

Of my children

These years

The years of family

Sped by

Sped by so quickly

As my children

Went from child

To adult

The years of family

Sped by

Sped by so quickly

As my children

Went from dependent

To independent

To now

Within their own lives

To now as my children

Became familiar strangers

Now older

And older yet

As now time flies

Time now flies as

Day merges into night

As night merges into day

Time now flies so quickly

That if today

Were Christmas

Tomorrow then is

The Fourth of July

Time now flies so quickly that if

This day is the Fourth of July

Tomorrow then is Christmas

And between

The time between

The days

The weeks

The months

Between are a blur

Waking at five-thirty

Into bed at nine-thirty

Mornings come

Nights go

And

The seconds

And

The minutes

And

The hours

And

The days

And

The weeks

Turn into months

And

The months

Turn into years

And the time

The time between

The time between life

And the time

Between death

Are but a blur

©June 29, 2013 / Mark M. Lichterman