Doesn't time fly!

[hc4361]

Doesn't seem a year since we last saw this AB logo.

[Psybbo]

Agreed

[emmie]

far too fast for my liking.

[China Doll]

This year feels like it's gone particularly fast... I can't keep up.

[jno]

it's called "picking up speed as you go downhill"

[China Doll]

Oh ta muchly jno! I did wonder if that might be the case... 34 this year, no spring chicken anymore...

[jno]

I am quite close to breaking the sound barrier

[postmanthe]

This may be the answer


The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages :
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.

But as the care-worn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker ?

When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid ?

It may be strange; yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding
When one by one our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding ?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness ;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.