Time

When I was a child, time CREPT Every activity locked up in surreal memories. When I was a youth, time STROLLED I became bolder but still irresponsible. Memories are now based on what I choose to remember. When I was a full grown man, time RAN I became responsible for my actions. I do not get to decide what is stored in my memory. The older I got, time FLEW The sixty seconds in a minute started to feel like ten. Every activity passes by too quickly to be remembered Soon I shall realize, in passing on, that time is GONE. Time teaches us that we can have it all, just not all at once.