Its Flying So Fast Poem by Dorsey Baker

Flying through
youth with lightning speed
Flying through
youth with lightning speed
but when you get old
you can do nothing
but slow down
we get up in the morning
our feet
touch the floor
its icy and cold
it happens so fast
we ask ourselves
when did we get old
Flying through
youth with lightning speed
but when we get old
we can do nothing
but slow down
Summer has been gone
such a long time
and we are deep
in winter now
its hard to move around
we flew
through youth
with lightning speed!
now we can do nothing
but slow down!