The Time Machine

 

I am ever amazed at how

fast children grow. I have

watched babies on Facebook

grow into young women

and men. While I pass the

hours of my life growing

more wrinkled and gray.

Why, children of today can

look at me as an old man.

Yesterday, today and on

the ‘morrow to come. Me,

the Old Man in perpetuity.

Children, they see no change.

Squirrels in the back yard

remain the same year after

year. So common and prolific,

they have no names. One

squirrel after another, always

the same.

I am the Old Man to the ever

growing child. Old I am from

birth to death, old and gray

worn, day after day, through-

out eternity. From life and

into death, old I shall remain.

Young Ones, I too, as with you,

was one time young, you know.

As the world turns in passing,

day after day, Tuesday follows

Monday rounding the sun. We

age not so graceful. Every so

often, even the Golden Gate

gets a fresh coat of paint.

                     -30-

Chris Hanch 5-23-2022