Long Become The Memories

Long become the memories.
Reminisced as if a fast flashback,
To a past speeding away...
From one blessed to age.
And clearly to remember their youthful days.
When childhood seem to stay forever.

Then it happens.
One stage of life to experience another.
Comes to be done without it asked.
As if riding on the back of a horse.
Running around a racetrack.
With the rider beginning to be heard yelling,
SLOW DOWN.
YOU MAY HAVE SOMETHING,
YOU WANT TO WISH IT PROVEN.
BUT CHEWING ON GRASS IN THE PASTURE?
IS NOT MY DREAM TO HAVE.
NOT YET.
SLOW DOWN!

But time?
Even man-made,
No one has control over that!
There is not a moisturizer found to buy,
That will stop one's aging from taking place.
Enjoy the ride of life.
To adventure and explore the experience.
Or...
Spend the expense,
Attempting to turn back the hands on a clock.
Hoping Mother Nature overlooks it done!