IF TIME STOOD STILL

If time were not a moving thing and I could make it
stay,
I'd have my eyes to linger on the rose that blooms in
spring,
And then perhaps I'd notice its petals softly open
and I'd not miss the smile this one small act can
bring.

I'd let time stand and not pass by the moments spent
in joy,
but then I think I'd miss the growth that only comes
with tears.
What of the wisdom born of age? Would this I'd
also miss?
If time was not a moving thing what of those
growing years?

Perhaps I'd linger longer in the springtime of my
life
and I'd not lose the season when most dreams are in
bloom,
my eyes would hold the sparkle that comes with
puppy love...
for now life's dulled once youthful eyes and
cluttered inner room.

Have I forgotten teenage pain, what if time had lingered
there?
What if those years had never passed but chose instead
to stay?
Life's made up of fleeting moments we treasure through
the years,
both rain filled skies and rainbows and sun in full array.
If time stood still and didn't pass, I'd miss so much in
life,
for in its passage life is lived... not seated on a stump.

Blessed moments, fleeting times,
I live them one by one and cherish each,
hold fast to heart, and bare their every bump.
It seems with age time races on and lingers not to
breathe, and I must slow to smell the roses for its
fragrant scent.
Time will remain a moving thing I see pass quickly by.
Too soon I'll see tomorrow... I must enjoy the present.