The little things--a poem of sorts?

I think it's very well done. It has depth and speaks of "in the blink of an eye" which is a concept that I feel is the epiphany of life. And the shift, the slowing is the progression of age - the progression of life, is to me all about those moments and what have I done with them, what can I do with them? I can only simply feel, take note. I must be in a very deep mood because this morning I read "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein, and I cried.