The older I get the more frustrated I become with time.
Daddy always said, ”The older you get, the faster time flies.”
I never fully understood what he meant when I was younger, but as each day slips away I can see it becomes more like a snowball rolling down a hill, gathering more and more snow as it picks up speed, rolling faster and faster. There's no stopping it until it gets to it’s final destination, wherever that might be.
I can't tell you how many times I've heard my friends say that they, too, have heard the same thing from their dad's, so it must be true, right?
I guess we just must go along for the ride and hope that it’s a smooth one.
Now I just hear myself utter the same words over and over again, in my own way –
“It seems like only yesterday . . .”
More poems by Joan Moos can be found in her book, “To Soar: Life is an Attitude”, available in most online bookstores.