When I was a kid time passed slowly. Time was measured by birthdays and school years. One day I was six then seven then eight and so forth. It was a long time between birthdays.
As I grew up time began to pass more quickly. I began measuring time by weeks and months. My work calendar began marking the passing of time. Monthly bills marked the passing of time.
Now, time is passing so swiftly it is measured by the seasons. How quickly I move from spring to winter. I hardly remember summer or fall. What, is it Christmas time again? Wasn’t that just the other day? I don’t have room for any more turkey. I just ate my fill yesterday!
Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these days
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town's really changin' in so many ways
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The young folks they're growin' exceptionally tall
And the newspaper print it's becomin' quite small
And folks speak so softly you can hardly hear at all
time time time
The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were
And the girls are half as pretty as I remember her
And today you know in the park a young man called me sir
time time time
Yeah I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress
time time time
So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill
What of it my life now is really much more fulfilled
But they're tearin' down the building that I watched them build
Time time time time time time
Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these days
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town's really changin' in so many ways
time time time
The young folks they're growin' exceptionally tall
And the newspaper print it's becomin' quite small
And folks speak so softly you can hardly hear at all
time time time
The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were
And the girls are half as pretty as I remember her
And today you know in the park a young man called me sir
time time time
Yeah I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress
time time time
So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill
What of it my life now is really much more fulfilled
But they're tearin' down the building that I watched them build
Time time time time time time
4 comments:
This is so true! The only moment that I remember time going slowly was the week my Dad passed away in March. Now, it's almost been six months and I can't figure out where the time went!
Shel really knew how to put it into words, didn't he?
I remember feeling the same way wheny mother died! So sorry for your loss !
I love Shel!
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