Galloping Years

Blame Peter. He’s the one who drew my attention to Sammi Cox and her writing prompts. And when his own post, prompted by Sammi, dropped into my in box, I thought I should have a go too. This is the prompt:

Why 46 words? Just to make life difficult I suppose. But here we go …

The Galloping Years

You’d think each year was just a year

Each one lasting twelve whole months.

And yet as I get old and grey, those weeks and months

Revolve, gain speed and pass before me faster than before.

Slow down! Don’t hurry me through my last remaining years.

Author: margaret21

I'm retired and living in North Yorkshire, where I walk as often as I can, write, volunteer, and travel as often as I can.

42 thoughts on “Galloping Years”

  1. Brilliantly sums up what seems to be a universal experience if we’re lucky enough to get that far. Next challenge is to write about standing in the kitchen and wondering what you came in for!

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  2. Great poem and also spot on – each year does seem shorter and faster than those that went before! I love the photo gallery too – I believe I spotted a couple from the Yorkshire Sculpture Park?

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  3. Thank you for the mention Margaret. I’ll willingly accept the blame, that’s the story of my life. Mea Culpa! I love your acrostic and all the pics, but especially your final selfie!!!!

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