Time Poetry

Time
Time is fleeting
A memory leaving
You are left wondering
Where was it going
Time flies fast
Moments never last
Memories like a cast
In the mind a blast
Until the cast brakes
The memories are fake
Time never comes back
Time there is a lack
Your time has finished
Memories are destroyed
Life is complicated
New life, new memories replicated
It is the circle of things
For one the death toll rings
For another life springs
It’s a mystery what time brings

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Prom Night – Not Right

It’s senior prom night, and I just dropped off Gwen.  This can’t be right.  It seems like only a couple of years ago, I was a high school senior.  I was the one running off to school events.

In reality, it’s been a couple of decades.  Where did all those years go, and how could they have disappeared in the blink of an eye?

I also wonder what is my mom thinking tonight?  Her daughter just drove her granddaughter to the senior prom.  That’s got to feel weird.