Time's passing

Time flies swiftly through the world,

 Never stopping, never waiting,

Not a whisper can be heard,

Though the present's always moving.

Past grows long while future's leaving,

The yet to come is growing small,

Past grows longer, never changing,

But present moves for all.

Copyright December 21, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.