Instead, like so many others, I'm sure, I simply abhor the passage of time. I become angry and frustrated of the things that I have not done or achieved over time instead of being thankful that I've been given the opportunity to do so much.
I wrote a song about it. Like to hear it? Here it goes:
I've titled it wreched time, and it's not really a song. It's a poem, but bear with me here, it's very short.
Oh, the life I've lived, and at such cost
Time, as my enemy, stepping ahead of me
Reminding me of what I've done and what I've lost
Wretched time ticking my life away
Tomorrow's reality replacing the hopes of yesterday
Ok, so it's a little depressing. At least I'll always have sarcasm to fall on in order to hide an otherwise depressing situation.
Why all the stuff related to age? Well, today is my Birthday and I turn ....
Well, let's just say I've crested the hill between forty and fifty and am rapidly accelerating down the other side.