Time

                    

               My heart is filled with sorrow---I mourn the loss of
               my youth--- I look at the image in the mirror and
               wonder who are you?  I see a withering flower
               created by time…time
               Why did I not hang on tighter as I floated
               through time with slippery hands of
               living.

                                                      

                  

Memory

MEMORY 

Some day I will be a memory and as each day passes I will fade deeper and deeper away

But I will emerge briefly in your mind if only for a moment

that is okay---that is the way--

Please whisper my name and I will hear you---for I once Was.