Time floats by, as if on a river;
In childhood, ever so slowly, then
Drifting through the teen years
Only to be ignored after college.
There is marriage, careers and
Suddenly, the children have
Come and gone,to be replaced by
Smiling grandchildren, allowing
Us to drift once again in the warm
Waters of fantasy, untethered by
Thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow.
Yes,time permits long, wistful looks
Backward through hazy memories,
And reminders that clarity is now
Not in the future nor in the past.