Flown Time

I didn't notice as I went. I wasn't keeping score. Each new day in its sameness was just like the one before. I thought there would be many more tomorrows in my glass. Using it improvidently, I idly let time pass. The mirror now reveals to me how older I have grown. I'd like to have them back again, those days I used to own. Now that future days are fewer, I try to crowd each one; on this day a trace of kindness and here a bit of fun. Storing memories while I can as each day passes on, will be the way to keep them, when most of them are gone.