Continuum

                  Continuum

What was the present is now the past,
It seems that time speeds by so fast.
Yesterday is gone and now draws neigh.
Where did it go as I question, why? 

It must have went somewhere,
Is it hiding over there?
Couldn't  it pause on my happy day,
And let me do as I may?

I want it to be Summer every day of the year,
And go swimming and sailing without snow to fear.
But time marches on, all the experts do say.
Enjoy each minute; make the best of it anyway.

                          GLS