As I grow older, I find myself continually fascinated by my changing experience of "time." At my age it whirls past faster than ever. I've compared notes with others and they say the same.
Roger Kimball captures this experience via a little poem he discovered in one of John Julius Norwich's Christmas Crackers. The poem was inscribed on the pendulum of a clock in a church in Kent.
When as a child I laughed and wept
Time crept.
When as a youth I dreamed and talked
Time walked.
When I became a full-grown man
Time ran.
And later as I older grew
Time flew.
Soon shall I find when traveling on
Time gone.
Will Christ have saved my soul by then?
Amen.