The Years Fly By

The years fly by,
The memories hover near.
All is a present from the past,
A supportive carrier to move forward.

There is no more asking why,
No other purpose but to celebrate with cheer.
What comes doesn't feel likely to last,
Yet, every occurrence is a reward.

I'm grateful to try,
It's success to have come so near.
Slow down when life is moving too fast,
Invest only what you are able to afford.

I've been reviewing my life as of late and a recent birthday celebration had me viewing life as if I were old. This poem reflects how I'd wish to look back on my life, now and when I am old.