As the New Year quietly came into the Valley, I thought about time and how that old feller, Father Time, has made an impression on my being. Each experience brings us a new day, a new idea and a new hope. Father Time has a way of marching on, or should we say, he flies on wings of lightning.
How grateful for another day, another year – another encounter with this thing we call Time. I like the quote from Harold Coffin, “Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.”
I especially love this quote from Charles Dickens, “Father Time is not always a hard parent and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women, inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor with such people the grey head is but the impression of the old feller’s hand in giving them a blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well spent life.”
My question for Father Time is, “Where did you go?” You came and went so rapidly. I did not get a chance to say hello, or see you for one brief second, yet you have touched my head and heart.
Father Time
Father Time, I’d like to see you
And thank you for the years
You’ve brought joy beyond compare
Some laughter and some tears.
Father Time I would embrace,
And hold on – oh, so tight
So you would cease to fly away
As day returns to night.
Father Time you’ve changed us
As you have “ticked” away
Youth of early years are gone
As old age comes to stay.
Father Time you’ve changed the world
In ways, both good and bad
Some old traditions held so dear
Are gone, it makes me sad.
I suppose you’ll march along
Still doing what is naught
But Father Time I’m hanging on
Because – You are all I’ve got!
