Flying by, like the wind that refuses to calm.
The Moon rises on another memory.
The Children, clap their hands in anticipation
The balloons are blown
The shadows of yesterday are gone.
Kids, they gather from far and near.
All shades, All backgrounds, imaginations running wild.
They come to celebrate.
They come to say hello.
The years fly by but they don’t even notice.
A child doesn’t regret yesterday.
They ponder tomorrow.
They wait for the day.
They share their cake.
They share their laughter
They are innocent
Then the years fly by
Ever so quickly.
Still they laugh
Still they clap
They are simply children
They are happy
They simply are.
And still the years fly by.
The don’t ever notice
Still time flies.
Diet Update: I lost 2 pounds this week! It’s a start! I weighed in at 197 lbs