Life Is Short. Poem by Sara Baird

Time travels fast
Like a car
whizzing by
splashing you
with memories
just remembering the day
when you were running on the floor
like pitter patter,
as your parents say
and you smile and laugh
to the old stories,
of the stupid things
you did.
And you were too little
to even remember them.
but time travels fast.
Life is too short
to be worrying
about a crush
or a job
or whatever it is
life is too short.