Life

The years of time seem to have no respect to my wants or wishes. They, with no remorse on their part, have robbed me of my youth. They have given me a different body that now doesn’t answer so quickly when called upon.

 

I recall a time when I ran full speed across rocky fields. Now I feel blessed to walk on solid level ground.

 

I remember the days when I would roll head over heels down long hills. I now must be careful not to lose my footing while walking.

 

I once climbed the tallest poplar trees and viewed what seemed to be the whole world from their swaying tops. Now I can only look up into those places where I used to sit and dream my days away.

 

There was once a time when I could walk on my hands. I now sway when I stand to my feet.

 

I once could skip across the rafters of a house under construction. Now I feel blessed that I can walk the floors of the finished building.

 

I once rushed along on the highway of life. I now stand aside and watch others as they go by.

 

To be honest, youth is very deceitful. It abides just long enough to make us think it will be there forever.

 

Then one day, we awake to find that it has moved on to set up its abode in another’s life.

 

Does this cause sadness? Not as much as one may think. For when we can see it dwelling in others, it actually becomes a reality to us once again.

 

Getting older is like surrendering the driver’s seat only to become the passenger. We no longer have the wheel, yet we are still traveling along the same road, viewing the same scenes, making each turn, climbing each hill, and feeling each move that is made.

 

Life on earth is but a short breath in the scheme of eternity. One day we are children; swiftly moving into adolescence, only to almost instantaneously, become adults and then, with no warning, we are what is called the elderly. As the last days of life move in, our memories become only a blur of events running through our minds at the speed of light.

 

Then we go home!!

 

Sam Everett