Time is measured at the speed of life.

I began to take the measurement
of my life.

How did I get here, wondering
where my life is? It was proportioned
like butter being sliced with a red hot
knife.

I think back  and only see flashes of
where I had my start.

I sat there reminiscing with old friends,
looking back and saying, how different
things seem today since we became
old farts.

In my youth, I could not wait to be in my
teens. In my teens, I could not wait to be
twenty-one and walk into a bar and order
my first shot.

Than came time travel at twenty-five.
I closed my eyes, and there I stood with a
wife, four kids and me thirty-five, but thank
God my wife was still hot.

Suddenly and right before my eyes, my life
went into warp speed, like in a Sci-fi movie.
Glued to the back of my seat, watching the
stars that where nothing but a blur. Next stop
Fifty-five.

Now I measure ahead, trying to slow my life
down. Taking it in increements, so as to
stretch the time I have alive.

They say that time travel is a possiblity, I say
it is, because here it was yesterday that i was
twelve, and some how I came to fifty-five in the
blink of an eye.

The past,
I travel to it every day in my reminiscing mind.
there is no stunting time. You can be sure that
this is no lie,

because time is measured at the speed of life!!