My morning thought about gauging time.
I'm sorry but the way I gauge, it must rhyme.
It seems to me; time passes faster with age.
This morning I will try to explain how I gauge,
When I was in school a day seemed like three.
NEXT, a day working seemed even more to me.
I retired and thought it would slow down more,
But instead, it’s passing faster than ever before.
Evidently, the less time I have, the faster it goes.
But does my time change, only God really knows.
If time passes faster means I’ll die sooner anyway,
Then God I will be thanking you faster by the day.
I know, my body and mind has slowed with age,
Folks, it’s God and not me, that works the gauge.
© January 6, 2022 Walt Perryman