The Day

The day was once as long as a year. It seemed so long, time I did not fear. I felt as though the day would never end, I was so very young then.

The day next became a month from beginning to end, and patiently I waited time was not my friend. Slowly but surely, day turned to night. I was a teen then lost out of sight.

The day now is a week, and getting very small, I have time, but I must hurry to do it all. Before I realize it, the day will come to an end. I'm an adult now and little time to spend.

The day will soon be only an hour or two, and I'll have to rush at everything I do. The day will end before my work is done, and I will then be what they call an old one.

Finally, the day will come to be no more ill have nothing left to live for. At this point, time will never end, for I will have disappeared around life's bend.