Time Waits For No One

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    Time Waits For No One

    First your born and there is so much joy, and it doesn't matter if you are a girl or a boy.

    You don't remember going from arm to arm, but you can sense that there is no harm.

    Then your crawl moves into a walk and the next thing you know, you start to talk.

    You really can't get a grasp of everything, because after all your still playing in a baby swing.

    That goes on until your about two, then your parents really start to go thru;

    not only are you walking and talking but your running around, and it seems like nobody can get you to sit down.

    Oh your on top of the world you little boy or girl now you've turned three and it's all about me.

    Me want this, me want that,  me want you to ride me on your back!

    Finally it's time to settle down...off to school you go you little clown.

    It's time for you to learn your ABC's and even begin to count your 123's.

    Learn how to stop, look, and listen, learn how to be on time and not be missing,

    learn how to lay down and take a nap, learn how to sing, dance and clap.

    Oh look at the time go bye, boooy doesn't time fly; you have learned so many rules and it's time to graduate from high school.

    as you sit and wait for the principal to call your name, you know it's really time to stop playing games. "What am I going to do with this life of mine?"

    That's the question you ask yourself durning this time."It seemed like just yesterday I didn't have a care in the world, now the weight of the world is making my head swirl", 

    "Oh no! I'm no baby boy or baby girl,
    it's time to be an adult and make a living in this cold, crooked and cruel world"

    Didn't you know my Dear and my Son, that time waits for no one!
    --Lynette Marie


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    Mareann commented on Time Waits For No One

    10-12-2009

    Very good, i love this poem. Thanks for posting. Mary

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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