I looked out the window the other day
And as I do each year I heard myself say
The trees are in bud, jonquils are abloom
Each year goes by faster, seems to zoom
When I was young time seemed to hang
As waiting for the phone that never rang
I could never appreciate it as I do now
Would love a little hang time and how
Every year time seem to go by so fast
Spinning and spinning the dye is cast
As spring comes I ask will I have more
Or will that knock pound on the door
Telling me I won't see another spring
I so look forward to that special thing
The first bud that decides to appear
To tell me I'll have another great year
The old song time wasted on the young
I really do agree when I hear it sung
Hindsight sure is great but for the fact
With the devil I'd have to make a pact
Not willing to do this I'll save my soul
Abiding with the rules I'll play my role
I have so much here to look forward to
Sunrises and sunsets I've yet to view
Trees will soon fill with chirping of birds
Butterflies flit and float with no words
Bees will then hum as they claim nectar
Carrying it straight on to their own vector
A bunny hopping around daring to enter
My garden, veggies, flowers, my center
Nibbling here, there on this plant and that
I get so vexed I could stomp on my hat
It is useless though you know somehow
He'll just come back and nicely take a bow
Twitch his nose and look over his shoulder
Like saying get use to it I get even bolder
Trees fill with the softly fluttering leaves
I am now wearing shirts with no sleeves
In the garden, my vegetable and flower
Growing, even, grapes now in the bower
The year passes the earth now yields
Time for my pumpkins out in the fields
Frost is settled on pumpkin and vine
Smell the air it is wonderfully sublime
We stuff ourselves with turkey and pie
As Thanksgiving passes we all then vie
For a place to nap the rest of the day
I'm a darn good cook, what can I say
Christmas approaches you'll hear me say
We celebrated it seems like only yesterday
Each year these words echo so I'm told
By all who are over a half century old
It never ceases to amaze me you can bet
The days now fly by faster the older I get
I said when I started to write this down
Time is passing like the speed of sound
I look forward to the first sign of spring
What will the New Year decide to bring
The trees will again bud; I'll hear a note
Of such beauty as a bird clears its throat
Another year to see the earth turn round
All of the lovely sights and the sounds
I am grateful I can promise you this
This is something I don't want to miss
Belljoye
December 3, 2002
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