As Time Passes By

Can I tell if times a color,
Maybe a taste or smell.
Does it really make a difference,
I don’t know it very well.

Can I see it, taste or feel it,
Do I really know it’s there.
Dare I say it doesn’t worry me,
Should I mention I don’t care.

Can I compare it to a kitten
Is it fluffy, soft, and clean,
Or could it be a gangster
Acting nasty, tuff, and mean.

Can time treat me as a friend,
Will it help when I’m in need
Or will it treat me like the enemy,
Beat me up and make me bleed.

So do I dare to trust it,
It is so quiet and so old,
They say that times a healer
Or that’s just what I’ve been told.

My questions are so many
And the answers are so few.
Did I hear you say you met him,
How did you know what to do.

I feel it’s never really steady,
Acts like a tortoise or a hare.
It creeps all through the night
And sometimes flies without despair.

I know I really need it
And it’s with me every day.
Does it actually charge us money
Or how is it that we pay.

Is the cost a lot of wrinkles,
Does it turn our hair all gray.
How do I know it’s not tomorrow,
Can I tell that it’s today.

So as I’m getting OLDER,
I would truly like to meet,
This confusing old man they call time,
would like to stand there at his feet.

Can he really lead me forward,
Will he guide me on my way
Or do I have to pay the piper
And not enjoy another day.

Do you have these questions,
Can you feel then as they burn.
We all hear about the lessons,
That someone else has learned.

So as I sit and ponder,
Thinking of what words to say,
I’ve never stopped to notice,
That half of my time has slipped away.