The way Children see Life as opposed to mature people
The winter of your life
When you're just a little child
time don't mean much to you
the days go bye so slow
and the years seem so few
can't wait until you're grown
pack it up and get out on your own
But the winter of your life
will come on with no way to slow it
you'll wonder where all the time went
now the days fly bye before you know it
you look in a mirror and see gray hair
wrinkles on your face yea, life's unfair
but you've lived the seasons with no regrets
yesterday he was just a kid
spring and summer flew so fast
while it was happening
he was having a blast
but summers over winters here
now there's just the dreams of all the years
Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
John, you're so right! Time does seem to fly by as one gets older. Someone told me recently that when time passes quickly, you're busy and happy and don't notice it; but when it passes slowly, you're bored and keep looking at the clock.
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What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
Carole~
Blessings to you,
Jeanette
John