Crimped Hair and Care Bears

A funny thing-
The way time flows,
Slow as new grasses
Blowing in, blowing out
Without watching it’s paths
It never leaps forward,
And it never looks back

With our fingers we trace it
On a line marked with numbers
Through albums and scrapbooks
Old movies and action figures
I can turn and see
What time has forgotten,
For there, in the past
Are some friends we’ve all lost

In time they seem frozen
Their path inched not forward
So when stumbled across,
Their time seems to us strange
For their face is quite familiar, but
They’re never quite the same

Like crimped hair and Care Bears.