Mostly I'm Amazed...

Mostly I am amazed the most at things that never change

The way time flies; how soon dawn’s ghost sails through the dark again

How quick time’s truth afflicts fair youth; how subtle it instills

Within the heart of middle-age, its sage clashing of wills

Mostly I am amazed at how days gather up the years

How it seems we barely begin the Thing that disappears

Ah, little wonder that we plunder with sea-legs to shore

Only to turn and gaze star-yonder at what is no more

Mostly I am amazed at time’s intricate wheedle-work

Soft-winnowing the air of stitches for its needle-jerk

Ouch, oh, I didn’t quite expect to be amazed so soon

At what was new this morning and now sleeps beneath the moon

Mostly I am amazed at age-old ways Time chases girls

How soon mothers fondle small shoes and ribbons for their curls

There is no turning back; so we proceed forward half-dazed

Mostly by things that never change yet leave us full-amazed

© Janet Martin

Last night someone mentioned to me about 'all of the time that has passed'
...we said 'take care' stepped apart to let the crowd through and five years vanished.

At my son's hockey game I saw someone I knew a long time ago and the moment I thought  It about him I knew he was thinking It about me;-))

Today I saw a friend from years ago when our girls were pre-schoolers and we reminisced, marveling at the wink of years...re-amazed at Time's age-old ways.