Passage Of Time Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The hands on the clock move slow…
When you are young and energized.
You’ve got things to see and places to go.
Patience is difficult when time is paralyzed.

Middle-aged achievers have met with success.
They barely have a minute to catch their breath.
There are children and aging parents to address.
You’re between adventures and impending death.

You now find yourself traveling down a slope.
The incline gets steeper, as each hour slip away.
You’ve had many challenges and learned to cope.
The final hour is arriving; there will be no delay.

6/21/07