The Time Of My Life

What happened to the person I was;
and the one I thought I’d become?
I was transformed, simply because;
time said that it must be done.

Time raised me up from a mere seed;
created me into a baby;
as a child, he tended to my need;
and, by his essense, saved me.

He allowed me to fumble and flounder;
as I haltingly learned to walk;
as my mother stood by; I’d astound her;
when her baby learned to talk.

Her baby grew into a growing boy;
tho, as a child, I was short;
many, the plans, time would destroy;
to my much frustrated retort.

As a man; I was very much the same;
thoughts of that child; lived within;
tho withered by age; time was to blame;
for I had very little time to begin.

I sensed, in my life, a deeper purpose;
I wasn’t born to buy or sell;
my mind felt sorrows, neath the surface;
of others; and heaven and hell.

What can I do; my mind; still that child;
have I lived my whole life, in vain?
Time holds my hand; and I’m reconciled;
God’s love can relieve others pain.

And so, with the remaining time I have;
let me reach out with love; to all, I can;
may my words become a soothing salve;
now, that time has made me an old man.

Monty 9/7/23. # 1,778