Time
I remember when time stood still
on long summer days
and even cold winter nights.
But not anymore,
time no longer lingers.
A day at the beach or
a walk through the woods
should be enough to silence
the hurried hand of time,
but they are not.
Time will not be detoured,
regardless of our plea.
I feel time racing,
at lighting speed;
reminding me,
as it rapidly rushes by,
of all I have yet to do.
I do not want to stop time,
just to slow it down a bit.
The years are slipping away
faster than I can savor,
all the flavors,
of the banquet,
which life has laid out
in front of me.
I wonder,
how much time will I be given?
Will there be enough time to finish
what I have begun?
Is there still time to start something new?
I hope so.
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~
