The days are swiftly passing by,
As I sit and contemplate why?


In my youth no time to ponder,
Days too busy to sit and wonder.


Now, it seems I have too much time to think,
The days are reduced to just a “blink”.


Have beautiful, sun filled days,
Been wasted because I was in a daze?


A daze of work and planning,
Over the years the days were spanning.


Now, I look back and say, “Where has it gone?”
Children grown, now comes the dawn.


I must make haste to drink it in,
Time is melting away as the world spins.


I am in my last good days,
I must take in the suns golden rays.


Out and about is where I must be,
Seeing everything there is to see.


Ere I meet my last sunset,
I can see it without regret.

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