Life is like a mouthful of taste buds,
A different flavour to taste and maybe savour.
But what once you were pleasantly enjoying,
May now be held in contempt and hold no favour.
It can have an after taste you think is rather cloying,
Some days may seem sweet like the taste of honey.
Or nectar as it drips upon the tongue,
Other days may seem bitter and not even sunny.
How our sense of taste differed when we were young,
Sugar could be taken without measures.
Worries were a million years away,
Golden syrupy days now seem like buried treasures.
Like the golden toffee that was snaffled from the tray,
What is life if full of care? Has the knack been lost
Of how to play? “Time waits for no man!”
There’s a truth to be certain in those words, I fear,
“Tempus fugit!” yes time does seem to be flying,
The days and weeks seem shorter with each year.
If I said that I don’t fear it going so fast,
I know even to myself, I would be lying!