Age Rating: 18 +
When I was so much younger, I gave no thought to time,
the toll it takes on the body, the tricks it plays on the mind.
Thoughts that seem as yesterday, were many years ago,
Memories...some as peaceful, as winters newly driven snow.
Occasionally, Father Time will restore to me,
a glimpse of yesteryears , and simple memories.
Sunday lunch at Grandma's house;
carrots and roast on my plate.
A big tall glass of sweet tea,
sweet potato pie or cake.
Riding my bicycle, down every street in town.
Playing cards- popping on the spokes,
thought I was....the coolest kid around.
Oh yes, the school bus bully, I think Willie was his name.
I fought him once in chivalry, but my eye blackened just the same.
Then, there was that first sweetheart, the girl who caught my eye.
But I would never tell her, for if someone found out- I would surely die.
To the Junior Prom, my first date, first time to use the car,
Wait all night to steal a kiss, until gazing at the stars.
Friday night football games, pre-game revelry,
Pep rallies in the gym, but will the coach play me?.
Then somehow all my time, slipped away from me,
married, go to work each day, not much for memories.
Doctor says,"It's a girl, Dad come weigh her in."
Excitedly I show her off, first glimpse for family and friends.
Pictures of yesterdays not yet faded by time,
how could the children grow so fast, I feel so left behind.
Images of days gone by... flutter through my mind,
For some of life's memories, escape from Father Time.
Jeffery D. Holt © 01/25/02