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Gauging Time

By Walt Perryman

My morning thought about gauging time.
I'm sorry but the way I gauge, it must rhyme.

It seems to me; time passes faster with age.
This morning I will try to explain how I gauge,

When I was in school a day seemed like three.
NEXT, a day working seemed even more to me.

I retired and thought it would slow down more,
But instead, itís passing faster than ever before.

Evidently, the less time I have, the faster it goes.
But does my time change, only God really knows.

If time passes faster means Iíll die sooner anyway,
Then God I will be thanking you faster by the day.

I know, my body and mind has slowed with age,
Folks, itís God and not me, that works the gauge.

© January 6, 2022 Walt Perryman

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