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Speeding By ~>~>~>

In keen awareness
I'm savouring the moments
as seasons speed by ~>~>~>


My sister is twelve years older than me, she said a few years back
"you watch when you get to my age then time really does fly".
These words keep reverberating in my ears, it seems
 no sooner the old year has passed than summer is
 upon us then swiftly making her retreat!

The melancholy may last for a moment or two
'The Party's Over' tune dances in my head
for awhile, I allow this feeling it's place,
this experience, for I know this is
one of many in this beautiful
thing called life!

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Comments

Unknown said…
i've had a slight variation of the journey. always too keenly aware of time fleeting, and therefore rushing, anxiety at not getting enough done...
i've done so well to detach from this that i often forget how old i am exactly LOL
24 August 2012 at 12:14
Anonymous said…
you're right...we seem to be thinking along the sames lines. Perhaps it's I have a bd in a couple of weeks, didn't I JUST turn a year older yesterday...and my daughter just bought a condo downtown, how can that be possible.

enjoy the moment!
x..x
24 August 2012 at 18:39
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
'Tis an art to savour in the midst of speed. May its perfection shine in you!

Tattoo


24 August 2012 at 23:50
carol l mckenna said…
Ah yes ~ good old fleeting time Carpe Diem ~ lovely haiku ~ very well penned ~ (A Creative Harbor)
25 August 2012 at 00:03
Priti Lisa said…
I was having the same thoughts this week...enjoy every fleeting moment.
I love the flock of geese at the end of your poem (at least that's what I envisioned) ♥♥♥
25 August 2012 at 00:55
Fran aka Redondowriter said…
What your sis said is so true! As I read your post I started humming December Song.
25 August 2012 at 04:54
Annie Jeffries said…
My brother is 50. I'm 14 years older. It is quite true about time flying. He has 15 years of working life ahead of him; I will be almost 80 when he retires. Time feels compressed and sometimes it DOES feel a bit melancholy.
25 August 2012 at 06:06
Introverted Art said…
This is amazing and so true. Time is fleeting.
26 August 2012 at 03:30
Marit said…
It's good to stop and be in the moment, realizing time passes by quickly indeed. I love the melancholic tone to your post without it getting too sad... (fall can make me the same way - and yes, my age...)
26 August 2012 at 08:59
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