Slipping Away

When I was young, I crawled
Then with help, I walked
Along the way, words came
And amazingly, I talked.

Somewhere I began to run
The years passed frantically by
Losing myself in the race
Till I stopped, wondered why?

Where did the time go?
My life is slipping away
Everything has become a blur
A blink turns into a day.

Having never mastered patience
Waiting anxiously for tomorrow
But, one day I dreaded it
When to me came much sorrow.

Now every second spins the hand
The clock that won't be still
Time is slipping, slipping away
For life has lost its thrill.

Then quietly I call to Him
My God who sifts the sand
Growing old, it matters not
Each moment He has planned.

I find that I am running again
Running to Him, I sigh
Time is certainly slipping away
But it doesn't matter why.

Every second spins the hand
And this weary heart can see
My God who sifts the sand
Never slipped away for me.

This poem won second place for the February 2009 poetry contest

Book by Kathleen Higham

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