Time used to pace with a snail
But now its faster than the cheetah.
You try to grasp every moment
But it slips like sand through your hands.
At ten school is unbearably slow.
At twenty time begins to really flow.
At thirty the hour turns into seconds.
At forty time cautiously beckons.
At fifty you see gray hair grow.
At sixty your body moves slow.
At seventy your in the last hour
At eighty you lose all power.
At ninety you stare at death.
At hundred or more is your last breath.
So live each day as if it’s your last.
Cherish your memories–have a blast.
And while we cant make time stop
Surely we can make time matter.