The World Moves Too Fast

By Amelia Lipcsei

Brief conversations, few smiles, small gestures

Each stranger onto their own adventures

The world moves on

The bus keeps traveling; the bird, migrating

Earthly orbits continue updating

Winter approaches with melancholy sighs

With frozen lakes, wilted plants, and cloudy skies

Yet, here I am

Stuck in blooming lavender patches and blazing clear weather

While the world moves on altogether

The swingset stopped swaying so long ago

The purple legos placed away in boxes below

Time left me behind effortlessly

It feels like just yesterday

That I dirtied my little hands with molding clay

Packed my lunchbox and went to play

With the garden’s bugs, worms, and snails

As I carried around two tattered pails

But the world doesn’t wait for just anyone