American Life in Poetry: Numbers
I'd guess that nearly everyone is aware that time seems to speed up as we age. Whenever I say that something happened ten years ago, my wife reminds me that it was twenty. Here's a poem about time by the distinguished Maryland poet, Linda Pastan.
How did I get so old,
my 67th birthday.
I'm 76 in fact.
There are places
where at 60 they start
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