There’s a short poem about money I heard a long time ago that I’ve never forgotten. Here it is:
Money talks; that’s no lie.
I heard it once; it said “Goodbye!”
But let me reword it a bit, like this:
Time flies; that’s no lie.
I heard it once; it said “Goodbye!”
Actually, I don’t think time says “Goodbye” at all. It just rushes by without so much as a “See you later!” It really is astonishing how fast it goes.
Now, I couldn’t convince my 5-year-old grandson of this. If he’s waiting for something good—his birthday, or Christmas, or for his daddy or mommy to come home after being away—then to him, time passes excruciatingly slowly.
But the older you get, the faster time seems to go. You’re a kid. You’re a teenager. You’ve graduated from high school. You’re married. You’re having babies. Before you know it, your babies are teenagers. Then they’re graduating from high school. And then, wait—what?—they’re getting married? Now your kids are having babies? And that makes you…a grandparent? How did this happen?
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