Another poem from yours truly:

Where does the time go,

whether fast or even slow,

Know one really knows,

but time does go dragging you along

and before you blink , not too long

Carousing and singing loud song.

You are there at the roads end,

But as you look and adjust your eyes,

You notice with some surprise, the road is

not dead, but has an bend And time is there to lend

you a hand, to take you further along the journey and send

you all back again.