Oh, How Time Does Fly!

To life, who never fails to amuse, disappoint, ruin, enlighten , or lift up.

Time is a fickle mistress,

Loving and yet so cruel.

Quick as a rabbit,

Or slow, like torture,

You  always fail to realize

Oh, how time does fly!

 

They were bright-eyed,

And bushy-tailed.

Eager to venture out into the world, so young.

But long before they were done,

They returned,

Old, broken, and beaten down

The spark gone, their eyes glass over  - dimmed.

Oh, how time does fly!

 

I've waited here,

At the shore where you left me,

For you to come back,

As you said you would.

The sand and gravel 'neath my feet has remained the same,

But my skin has aged, my bones grew weak,

Oh, how time does fly!

 

They never realize just how quick it is,

Slick, like quicksilver,

Wasted time does not come back,

Nor do they seem to care.

"We're young!" they cry and hide behind in excuse,

But are left blind to the world wheeling by,

Leaving them bereft of experience, or hope.

Oh, how time does fly!

 

I sit alone on the bench,

Beneath misty street-lamps and rain-slick trees,

Watching the crowds.

The people have changed,

The city has changed,

And you aren't here - like you promised.

I'm alone, wondering what happened,

Where did my friends fly? When has my city changed?

And I have no answer because I waited here

Too long.

Oh, how time does fly. 

Reviews

[Wolfhilde]

this is just very good! lovely write :)