Pacing, Racing

Time's Paces

Henry Twells
amended by Guy Pentreath

When I was a babe and wept and slept,
Time crept;
When I was a boy and laughed and talked,
Time walked,
Then when the years saw me a man,
Time ran.
But as I older grew, Time flew.
Soon, as I journey on,
I'll find time gone.
May Christ have saved my soul, by then,
Amen.

So, can I still keep up?