The Passing of Time

I thought as a young girl of eight or nine...
"Just to be sixteen would be real fine!"
But as that sixteenth year came and went,
"Just to be eighteen"...I did lament.

I don't know why I longed to grow up so fast,
I should have wanted my youthful years to last.
It didn't take long for those years to whiz by..
Now my golden years are quickly drawing nigh.

Before my eighteenth birthday I had become a wife.
By age nineteen a sweet daughter had entered my life.
My twenty-first year brought me more glad news...
In May I would become a mother of two!

After the birth of another precious baby girl
The years began to swifly unfurl.
Then at thirty, to my surprise, a son was born
Upon a wonderful November morn.

After this grand event time really seemed to fly,
As I saw my thirties speed right on by.
Now at forty-seven I'm like a
tire that has lost its tread
And it's difficult in the morning
to roll out of bed.

My "get up and go" has "got up and went"...
With the best years of my life already spent.
As I look back on that girl of eight or nine...
Suddenly that age looks quite sublime!