Time slips by my window, yet I do not see.
Preoccupied with humdrum tasks that encompass me.
Each new hour of the day is so much like the last.
Before I scarcely knew, years have escaped past.
The image that greets me reflected in the glass,
Grayer hair, wrinkled skin, and a larger mass.
Call out gently to me, t o subtle for me to hear.
Warning of future changes that so quickly shall draw near.
Time slips by my window, yet I do not see.
Preoccupied with humdrum tasks that are life to me.

10/17/1994

Posted on 09/19/2003
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