Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FLEEING TIME, by WALT MASON


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FLEEING TIME, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The winds grow keener every day, as from
Last Line: Fast!
Subject(s): Old Age; Time


THE winds grow keener every day, as from the north they roam, and "Time is
winging us away, to our eternal home." Old Father Time still is in haste, he
makes his long legs whiz; he seems to have no hour to waste, though ages all are

his. His eager stride he never slows, he never rests or stops, he breaks all
speed laws as he goes, and laughs at traffic cops. He swings the seasons round
so fast there is no pause betwixt, and summer heat and winter blast are
sometimes badly mixed. The springtime comes, the robins call, but ere we've
learned their strain, we find we're in the midst of fall, and cold November
rain. We celebrate the noble Fourth, and ere the echoes die, a wind comes
whooping from the north, and Christmas day is nigh. So let us do our shopping
late, this merry, festive year, and fill the clerks, who on us wait, with
thoughts that scorch and sear. Oh, Father Time, what is the rush? Is time too
good to last? Lie down and rest—be quiet—hush! You make us old too
fast!





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