where do the days go the slippery slidey days trickling away into a river of time lost forever and here I am standing balanced on a rock mid-stream watching as all my tomorrows become yesterdays and I become old


time warps and bends    like a runaway train       it careers down the track          whipping words from my lips             and the breath from my lungs there is no time left for planning and shopping and Christmas is piling on top of my head  and yet   like    a sloth      it is    pon-der-ous-ly  i n c h i…… Continue reading time