Time, that damn thief - feb 1994

Time, that damn thief - feb 1994



Time, that damn thief!
I feel nothing out of the ordinary, until I look
That mirror distorts the me I remember so well

Oh, I am still there
But there are additions to the familiar me
Lines and thinner wisps of hair, distortions

Is it a cuurse that i feel no different
than the thirteen thousand- five hundred days before?

each day I see them, beautiful with youth and promise
Bustling, unaware of the thief that lurks nearby
I hear them, echoes in the hallway,
squeaky clean with newness and unrevealed futures

My Ashley, I envy the fierce potential that burns within you
A Bright star, often I shade my eyes at your approach
What you are, what you are becoming,
Exciting in its prospect, Hopeful in its myriad of opportunity

Have I faded?
Not even to burn out brightly
in a flash of supernova?
But to fade
In a cooling of fear, caution and regret?
Dimming slowly, but surely in safe comfort?

I think the mirror may lie.
Will I choose to believe it? Or will I choose to squint, to peer inside?