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.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
Very nicely done, Margaret! And photos into the bargain!
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You know me, Sue. Stories without pictures are no fun at all 😉
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Wonderful. And I checked 🤗
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Haha! I know it’s right. I wrote it in GoogleNotes, and it checked for me.
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A good poem too, very true.
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Thank you. I wish it weren’t.
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Me too, it’s scary how fast time flies 😨
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I love the words, Margaret. The picture story is clever but I found it quite harsh in comparison to your words.
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Harsh but accurate?
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Amen to this! Is there no end to your talents?
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Oh definitely. Ask anyone who has to deal with me in real life 😉
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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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Does that only happen to you in the kitchen? It happens to me in every room in the house, and particularly on the staircase 😉
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You could substitute any room but not the staircase, yet. I always set off with such purpose, too.
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Well done you for rising to the challenge. And some serious thoughts too – why does time gallop so as one gets older.
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It really is odd, isn’t it?
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I wish we could slow the ageing process.
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Keep busy and active as you seem to do (me too). It might (might) help.
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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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Indeed. Well done. The pregnant woman is a Damian Hirst, and the other one is a KAWS.
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It was the Damian Hirst I recognised, from our visit last year.
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So cool! I love this! 42 words is a lot and never enough!
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It’s surprising how much you can say if you put your mind to it.
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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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It’s perfect, Peter. It’s captured me to a T.
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Exactly as I imagined you!
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😉
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Brilliant… sums up a full year
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Beautifully expressed, Margaret! I can relate to it. 🙂
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Oh dear. It seems we all can.
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You are very good with words, I loved the poem.
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Thanks. Just a bit of Saturday night fun …
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I relate to the poem & the images are fascinating.
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We all seem to relate to the sentiments. And I had fun choosing the images – especially the selfie 😉
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Well done. And the time phenomenon is absolutely true. 🙂
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Those of us of A Certain Age all seem to agree on this unfortunate phenomenon.
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True.
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🙂
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I am so glad that Peter prompted Galloping Years!!! Yikes! You have the right of it all. LOVE the photos.
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I have the feeling you’re improving with age.
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Gosh, that says very little about the younger me then 😉
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Rubbish!
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