Time

I can’t help wondering just where time gets to. Seems like he was right here at hand and the next thing I know he’s stolen off.  He is just the slipperiest thing since wet soap. My friends and I talk about how it flies by often.  I use to laugh at my grandmother and her friends for talking about how swiftly time passes. I thought they were barmy. Why, I thought school term would never be over, that summer break would never come. I waited a hundred years to turn sixteen and drive a car. For each milestone time seemed to drag his feet like they were encased in concrete.  When, exactly, did physics do a flip flop and shift into hyper-drive?

I suspect my grandchildren shake their heads and laugh at goofy granny and her crazy hang-up about time. But, like previous generations, we oldsters have the last laugh cause we know the reality or maybe I should say, the relativity of time. They’ll learn and the cycle will go on. Such is life. And it’s all good.