Times of Our Lives

The step we are on begins 

in bright shallows. Dripping 

wet, we climb into broad sun, 

gentle winds or raging storm.

As years pass, each step we are 

on fills in, widens as we grow

until it feels we are in 

shallows glimmering darkly.

The day we are in ticks by 

minute by minute as did all 

the days that slipped past 

and all days that stretch forward.

As the years pass, each day we are

in still ticks by in minutes,

but feels crowded and cramped,

no time for rest or reprieve.

The time of our life we are in

passes too slowly for youth. It’s a

race to be run for glory sure to come 

when accolades and cheers are won.

As the years pass, each time of our life

may seem to vanish and dwindle too 

quickly for some. But the step we are on 

is from each of the days and times of our lives.

“Some guy said to me: ‘Don’t you think you’re too old to sing 

rock n’ roll?’ I said: ‘You’d better check with Mick Jagger.”

~ Che