Fleeting Time

I wrote this poem when my son was a freshman. It’s been almost four years and he is almost out of High School.

Fleeting Time

Time flees
I’d like to see
Stop for me
I look at you
What you do
You’ve grown so too
Hold it there!
My little boy is gone
I don’t know where!
Please time, stop fleeting
Let me enjoy
My boy is growing
Too fast, too fast
My heart is beating!

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I post about my relationship with the Triune God as He has revealed Himself in The Holy Scriptures, the Bible. Escribo sobre lo que estoy aprendiendo de mi relación con mi Padre Dios, Dios Trino, tal como se ha revelado en las Sagradas Escrituras, la Biblia. Follower of Jesus. Husband. Father. Teacher. Pastor. Salvadorean by birth, Hispanic-American. Amateur Runner. Bibliophile. Seguidor de Jesús, esposo, papá, pastor, nacido en el Salvador, hispano-americano, corredor amateur y bibliófila. https://about.me/despond

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