Spiritual

Time (a poem)

Let them make messes, Mama

By: JANA GREENE

When the world was younger
And so was I…
I was always so certain
I understood time.
My children had problems
That I could mend,..
Things I could fix,
Advice I could lend,
And now that they’re grown
(And somehow am I,)
The less I grasp
the reason why
The days were so long,
But the years flew on by.

Indeed, they did fly by.


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