Days move slower now
Crawling at a turtle pace
Time to smell a rose
Weeks go charging by
Rapid rabbits hop along
Where did my time go?
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Isn’t that the way with time? It crawls as it speeds by.
Well done, Madam!
Thanks, Dale.
Yes it seems to pass so slowly on the day (usually) but then we can’t believe how quickly it has passed!
You, too, Andrea. I think it is the other way around for young children, like waiting for their birthday or Christmas to come.
I too ask myself that daily 🙂 nice work here ❤
Thank you. ❤
Thank you for all of the prose I read here today! It’s been a lovely visit.
Thank you, Resa. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
Yes, it is both, isn’t it?!.
🙂 Yep.
The older we get, the faster time flies!
It surely does. 🙂
Time sure flies
I bet it is really flying for you with the wedding shower. ❤
It really is!
Our time does fly sometimes 🙂
It is amazing, Eric.