Growing older and realising you have!
Maybe in the quiet calm of the evenings ebb and flow
Idle minds drift to thoughts back of a younger day
Back, back to a time when the world was an open door
And the road of possibility offered many-a different way
Back when time was just a word and future just a haze
With dreams that fell short of positive want or will
They stayed at my side and very rooted to the spot
And the world moved on, while I and they stayed very still
Dreams were for dreamers to longingly ponder
To place your hopes on indefinable uncertainty
I lived only for the moment and only in the moment
While damming dreams as whimsical flights of fancy
Yes, time was but a word and time could wait
I’d catch that demon up somewhere along the way
Back when time stretched out like an endless sky
Back when the world was but a younger day
But time is the one thing there’s no getting back
And now we slowly amble where we once did run
For the world is no longer that younger day
How too soon your time is spent; your day is gone
Perhaps we humans are too busy pursuing reason and science to really appreciate life and reality..your thoughts are completely universal bud 
ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
When we’re old, let’s sit in wicker chairs, one next to the other, by an old
brick wall. We can watch cars go by, children play, dogs bark, leaves fall.
We’ll have all the time in the world. To ourselves, for each other, for the
world. ~ ANON
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