A Million Miles From Home

Time is a lot like distance
When a memory is concerned
The older we get the further we are
From the things that we once learned

One more day is another mile
From the way that we were taught
The priceless time when we grew up
A memory that can't be bought

The day we finished high school
We thought that we were grown
One more mile and another day
As we set out on our own

Then the day that we got married
We would walk a few more miles
Another day and further away
As we faced our troubles and trials

Time is a lot like distance
Every second that we roam
It slips away a little each day
'Til we're a million miles from home

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I love this poem! As i get older, I gaze back more and more and sometimes it shocks me how many years have gone by. i love the words you have used to express this. It truly is a joy to read your work!