Keeping Up

when I was a boy
I was told Time waits for no one
always in a rush yet never behind
even the quickest fail to keep up with her

when I grew up
it all started to make sense
why she never had a moment to spare
why it was impossible to race against her

a few years ago
I asked her what her secret was
if it was worth trying to match her pace
how she managed to keep going

she told me
that the joy in life isn’t in winning
that if I compete with her, or anyone else
I will only end up losing my rhythm in unfamiliar footsteps

ever since that day
I journey at my own speed
sometimes fast, sometimes slow
but always unique to me

and now
when Time flies by, before rushing past me
she says with a smile and a chuckle
that I will thank myself at the finish line