The Older You Get

Time really does start to fly,
And not only when you're having fun.
You race to try to catch it, catch up,
To feel more, be more, not to miss out,
But the moments still pass right by.
Hard to tell the present from the past,
What was from what is momentarily.
It's not so much about you anymore,
What you are and what you could be,
But only about what you can give.
That becomes the only true measure
of time.