A Late Dream

"It Slipped under and I kept frozen
The best went past before I could know
I was changing and changed my ambiance too
Saw it well when I was good seven,

Seemed as if the very law was broken
Who was moving and what was stationary
It was me who always won and kept merry
It kept slipping while I was twenty one,

The panorama changed and looked bit rusty
The slip felt slow with my added weight
Watching the odyssey by my side was my mate
I was stable and talked with wit in forty,

It felt fast again when I was in shawls
The speed was taking the plasters off the walls
When differed I returned with frowny snarls
Playing again with dolls I was out of rolls,

'The slip stops' was what I was praying
The worst would not pass as I guised."
Would it be the end when I realised ?
I was still there and the time was swaying.