It's Morning Again

It moves
so fast
and slow 
as a
drip
and 
sometimes 
it just 
sits
and drags
on an 
on
like a
royal 
wedding,
and the
clock
seems 
stuck
to the
tune
of the
day,
long
like the
cow 
country
epic
train, 
and
some days
it rides
lightning 
like a
horse
as quick 
as a 
twinkling 
eye
and the
day is
done,
over and over
and over
and you turn
your head
and realize
that you
just turned
45
and it
did not
seem so 
long
ago
when you
were
a chap
without
any
whiskers
oh life
seems short
from a
backward
gaze,
yesterdays
and
tomorrows
fly
in the
wind
in the
dawn 
and
dusk
tie- dye
sky,
and 
once again
the morning 
comes
new and
fresh,
and the
cool
breeze
rubs
your
head
and you
think 
nothing
of it