Passages
Time seems to stand still;
can’t rush it –
it seems to speed past;
can’t stop it.
Things will happen in their own time.
No wish or action can make them tick faster
or move more slowly.
Some days I feel ancient,
but without the wisdom time offers.
I am young compared to some,
old compared to others;
barely begun within the span of time.
I would like to turn time backward,
to recapture moments of delight;
undo moments of pain.
But I can’t.
I don’t really want to.
The joys and grief of my past
carved me into who I am.
Change is the only constant in life.
Time passes;
even death won’t stop it.
© Ellie Maziekien
22101