The Pace

April 30, 2001



Time's become a rocket

burning into space

I'm trying hard to hang on

to keep the dreadful pace



When I was just a kid

a day would last so long

I'd be bathed and fast asleep

before sunset came along



Something must have happened

in the middle years

my hours have turned to minutes

I now have deadline fears



The world now moves so quickly

there's no time for any fun

even with the new computer

my work's still not done



I'd like to slow the frantic pace

just long enough to see

if I can find the little boy

who had time for everything