A Moment To Think

That clock on the wall is going too fast, If it continues this pace I don’t think I will last. I woke up this morning and looked over the sink, to see my reflection and it got me to think... There are lines on my face that I’m sure were not there, and to my surprise; a new color of hair. My eyes are not as innocent, and my nose a little round, and perhaps around my middle I could see an extra pound. Where did all the time go? Is this some silly trick? There on the wall that clock continues to tick. I listened for a minute, as that clock seemed to slow, as if for a moment to say “don’t you know?...” And then time stopped still as I remembered the years, The times that I’ve had, the laughter and tears, a flood of fond memories began filling my head, like a book of my life but much easier read. My time with my brother and sister of course, my favorite things, a new bike and a horse. Swimming and tennis and rodeos, too, my friends and the crazy adventures we’d do. My very first kiss; my heart skipped a beat, the first time that I drove a real car on the street. High school and college and meeting a wife, overcome by the joy of adding kids to my life. My thoughts now turned to my mother and dad, I am grateful to them for the life that I had. They cared for me always, and taught me so well, as I replay these memories it’s easy to tell. I’m grateful for all the of the things that they gave, the lessons and wisdom I was able to save. That clock on the wall doesn’t have any brakes, no way to slow down and it gives me the shakes. But I don’t mind the wrinkles, the lines or gray hair, I’ve had so much fun and the timing was fair. I know that my life is like one giant cup; The great times that I’ve had were in filling it up.