Passing Moments

Moments spent in passing,
Second by second
Minute by minute,
Hour by restless hour,
Days vanishing
Before my eyes,
Weeks cycling through,
Seasons changing
And years drifting onward
Taking their toll.
The current of time
Appears to
Loom faster and deeper
The older I get,
But in truth
Time just keeps
Relentlessly marching on,
Never faster,
Never slower
No matter how it seems.
Old Man time
Doesn’t wait for me
And is indifferent
To my futile efforts
To control his pace.
In reviewing
The passing of time
I call my life,
I can clearly see
How each incident,
Now frozen in my mind,
Resolves into
Infinitesimal moments of time,
Mere fractions of a second
That made the minute,
That made the hour,
That made my day,
That made my week,
That made my month,
And even made
The seasons
Of my life.
Ultimately life
Is nothing more than
A series of passing moments,
Each one to be endured
As well as treasured
For the lessons taught.