Time is indeed fleet-footed, to use an archaism.
A little scrawny bundle grows from being immobile and with loose skin to a roundish little being who fairly rolls around like a ball.
A would be apartment grows from bamboo sticks jutting out to a room where memories are made and unmade.
A house grows into a home and back into a house again.
What was spacy yesterday is now cramped and what seemed like a few toys now are a mini store in one's home.
What seemed eons ago is now the present and the past is going further away. Though hovering close by if need be for recollection.
Those who seemed distant and surly have been revealed as shy and unable to break self-imposed barriers and many who were friendly have been found to have layer after layer of veneers and facades.
Time has revealed vulnerabilities, arrogance. Has pronounced people as falliable and also reliable beyond belief.
Time has shown the way, has misled as well.
It has taught and enlightenend and also cast into some darkness.
But there's never been a dull moment.
Time wins I guess..
"Time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd have something more to say..."