I feel winter’s first cold fingers touching <br />and time flash by to quickly <br />as if the last years are waiting on me <br />and I button my jacket tighter <br />and know I really need a proper coat <br />that can rid me of the cold. <br /> <br />I feel winter’s first cold fingers touching <br />and time passes too quickly <br />and I wonder where I fit into it all <br />and everything is different from what it once was <br />and things have gotten other and new meanings <br />and I am tired of struggling against life <br />and I feel my winter’s first cold fingers touching me.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-passes-too-quickly/
