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Just yesterday

What happens to our ages
As we age, as we get older,
We are different people as
The years pass us slowly, 
It seems while they pass, 
They seem to pass slowly, 
But looking back, it's so
Clear that it, all our life,
Passed us by in a flash, as
Quickly as that proverbial
Wink, and all of a sudden
We are old. Older than I 
Ever expected I could be. 
My life is entwined with so
Many others, it is as if 
It's a we whose ages, whose
Years have passed quickly 
And before we, -I - could
Blink, proverbially or in
Real life, in irl, in the
Delightful parlance of this
Time of my real life, old,
Aging, quickly, wasn't it
Just yesterday, that we 
Were young. When can I no
Longer pretend that youth 
Is just behind me, like all
Things in the rear view, are
Closer than they appear.

With every hour

Upon awakening I quote
The Scottish play. Time
Creeps from, I say, then
Interject hour to hour.
Days, I say, are too long
I, whose mornings get 
Away from her, turning 
The corner at noon and
Too soon becoming an after
It's afternoon and where
Has my day gone, what is
It I have done with the
Promise mornings brought
How could it be that my
Leisurely pace sucked
Away the day's breath 
How could it suddenly
Be nearly two and I not
Ready to creep out to
Face the sunshine, I 
Misquote the Bard again,
From day to day, time
Creeps into all my 
Tomorrows. What have 
My days signified

Once upon a time

You pass, as one does, a
Youthful woman, was that
You, way back when being 
In your twenties was real
Time for you, when walking
Coatless towards a party 
Did not send shivers up
Your arm and your allies
Carried beer and you held
The pizza box, every one
In this group gleeful and
Giddy with anticipation of
A good night out. Are they
All you? Passing time past
On this Saturday street as
If yesterday can be met in
Real time, you as you were
You as you are, a weekend
Stroll into what once was

Tomorrow

When I was young, I looked ahead
To years I would spend facing the
Great unknowns, the unexpected.
When I was young, the future was
Not in the rearview but it loomed
Near and far. The future was just
Where I wanted it. Where it should
Loom. It was all my tomorrows. I
Loved its mystery. I anticipated 
The twists and turns but did not
Know where it would lead me nor
Where I would follow. Today, the
Tomorrows may be fewer but I do
Not know what that future holds. 
Now, that I am not young, I hold
The hope that the future brings a
Little closer and tighter. It will be
A surprise, I hope. Unexpected, a
Mystery lies in my tomorrows, or
Maybe if I am lucky there will be
Many mysteries. Still even now.

Hope

The tumbles of childhood,
Boo boos, and cries, and
Pick yourself ups, give way
To missteps made by the
Young, then to the slips 
And falls of adulthood, and
The trips of the aging, each
Stage a level more serious,
Not always as dire as it 
Seems, worrying, but still
There's the pick yourself
Up, the start all over again,
The steps are harder but 
It's not all uphill or down

Mark of time

We see others age and fade,
Never holding that mirror to
Ourselves. Their youth, even
Though they are younger now
As then, than are we, dwindles,
Lost in wrinkles. Our eyes see 
Only a twinkle of humor when
Looking upon ourselves. Our
Lines become us, theirs make
Them look old. We see others,
Never spying our face in the
Mirror of time passing, aging,
Fading, youth receding into a
Memory of our years gone by.