Birthdays

Time, you are a thief
Tiptoeing past
Taking away moments
We want to last

You put gray in the hair
And etch lines in the face
You speed up the world
While slowing down our pace

You race faster and faster
Our children grow taller
And somehow it seems
We just get smaller

Time, you are precious
And once you race past
We can't get you back
But the memories last

Time, I will make
The most of you today
Forget about the past
And meet tomorrow on my way

copyright 2008 Sandra Ward Johnson