Sometimes I wonder why <br />as we get older <br />that times seems to fly by. <br />When we were, young <br />days never seem to end. <br />There was always enough time <br />to do everything we wanted to do, <br />but as you get older <br />there is no time anymore. <br />Is it the world or is it I <br />that find there is less time <br />to do all I want to do. <br />When I was young <br />I never worried about time, <br />but now it’s so precious <br />that I bless every minute and second I get.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-get-older/
