Life is weighted on the front end.
Summers are longer, winters wane, and dreams seem attainable but far off.
School days flow like lava—heavy and slow—
not the steady stream of the middle years, and
certainly not this rushing torrent at the far end of it all.
When you are young, 25 is old.
When you are young, you can’t ever imagine not succeeding.
Summer vacations are so long you actually start to miss school.
The sun rises slowly, then creeps along at a snail’s pace,
beating down on young ones running barefoot from shade to shade to avoid the burn.
Reaching graduation, jobs, independence, marriage, and kids—it all seems like a lifetime away when you are plodding through the lazy, long days.
Christmas is a forever away. Presents lie wrapped and examined beneath the tree,
trying the patience, feeding expectation.
And winter drags its icy feet, sowing doubt that there ever is a spring.
But then
it accelerates.
Without warning.
At the far end of things, one day bumps so quickly into another—whiplash.
And springsummerfallwinter
becomes one brief season.
ThanksChristmas is a breath that exhales like mist, and
some years now we don’t even get the decorations down.
Life is weighted on the front end, and the only thing that still takes forever is
a dental appointment.
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A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly 
Loved the final remark, toy have such a good sense of humour. I hope it helps you through the dark days.
Helps to see the light side when my poetic melancholy self also sees the contemplative sides.