In short frocks
And with feet bare
They have no care
For clocks
That whir.
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K Morris - Poet 
Ah. Freedom!
Yes freedom but, ultimately none of us can cheat Old Father Time, even the young amongst us. Best – Kevin
Agree on that one Kevin. And with each passing year I become more aware of this!
You and I both, Lorraine. At the age of 49 (I shall be 50 on 6 January), I “hear time’s winged chariot hurrying near”.
I meant to write “not even the young amongst us”.
Time does fly, at 67, I’ve seen so many changes in my time, but the sun still rises in the morning.
Thank you for your comment. Indeed the sun still rises in the morning and long may it continue to do so for you.
Best – Kevin