Poetry: Poetry and prose as it comes to me: Aging OR Flying by the sseats of our pants

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Aging OR Flying by the sseats of our pants

How time deceives me. It flies by so fast. As a child it seemed so slow Now it is so fast First its January and a new year forward coming Then its August and the tree leaves start Their first turning to a yellow green in the summer haze. Can't it stop moving and flying by so fast? Before I know it,... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by michaudblaine at 10:09 AM | add or view comments (2) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry
About this Blog

Poems come to me all the time. It may be started as I notice the leaves scuttering down the street on a cold fall day or something else much deeper

Recent Entries
People
Blogs

Copy (or write down) this entry's web address (URL), which is:

Next, go to the email or web page where you want to link to this entry, and paste (or type) the web address.

Previous: Cell phones are useful, but overdependence has come about. - New Entries - Next: Never Alone

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy - Try Gozoof!
Copyright © 2009 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.