Passing Time Poem by dave lessard

Once upon a time, my time stood still
I could barely reach the windowsill;
I thought that I would never grow
to be the man I myself now do know.

Now I'm ancient, like the passing ages
and grown and passed thru several stages;
youth, adulthood, now I'm an oldster
like a polished and beautiful old roadster.

The sex thing's come and gone, like time
but I was really something in my prime;
I now can't do the things I did before
but I can watch, still admire and adore.

I read the novels that long escaped me
long walks and hikes, they set me free;
music I listen to is old, but it is fine
like sipping old and wonderful sweet wine.

And so time, it matters much no longer
nor does it matter I'm no more stronger;
I've enjoyed the passing, vivid scenes
and drifting on the pillows of my dreams.