As Time Goes By I wake up on Monday, Eat lunch on Wednesday, Go to sleep on Friday, And next thing I know it's The middle of next week And I am shaking mothballs Out of the winter clothes I stored for the summer Five minutes ago, Because snowstorms follow The Fourth of July Faster than faxes, Faster than e-mail, Faster, maybe, than the speed of light. You want to slow down time? Try root canal. Try an MRI. Try waiting for the report on the biopsy. Or try being a child on a rainy morning With nothing to do, Wishing away the hours, the days, the years, As if there will Always Always Always Be more. Copyright © 2005 by Judith Viorst Excerpted from I'm Too Young to Be Seventy: And Other Delusions by Judith Viorst All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
