I dreamed one night, long ago, when I was but a girl, I dreamed I met the oldest man, the oldest in the world. He sat upon the porch of a big old run down house, rocking in a rocking chair ,humming to his self. I didn’t  think he saw me, as I starred at him in awe,  for this man was the oldest man that I have ever saw.

The few hairs on his head was a stringy, grayish white ,the wrinkles on his forehead ,was not a pleasant sight. His nose was long and skinny, with little beady eyes , his chin long and pointed, his mouth was long and wide.

Then with a grin he looked at me, with a high pitched voice he said. Come up here, get closer ,there’s a story I must tell, this is a true story, so listen to it well.

On the day you were born , my hand had just struck ten, that was the day, and time, your life was to began. I flew by so fast, a year had passed, now you were turning one.

My hand now set on two, today you started school, seems like faster I have flown, now that little girl is grown.

With both my hands turning at my face, they never stop, they never slow, on and on they go, my hand now pointing to the eight, Tonight you go on your first date. Like smoke caught up in the wind, a new chapter in her life begins. Today is your wedding day, dad will soon give her away.

Tic toc, tic toc, I can’t wait I never stop. Now she stands here, old and gray, for I have stole her youth away, from the cradle to the grave, I’m never early,never late.

My hand now pointing at the ten, time will never pass this way again, time keeps marching on and on, once it passes, it is gone .

The old man got quite, I waited for him to speak, suddenly without warning, he rose back on his feet, I am Father Time, he exclaimed! I brought you here to see, the little girl you are now, and the women you will be.

Now. before I let you go, take these words of advice, don’t  let time get away,I never pass through twice. Don’t spend your time on things that don’t matter anyway, cherish every moment, every hour of every day.