Do Not Blink ... a Fast and Sad Tale.

How do I pen a cliche’ so it isn’t the cliche’, but the reality. My skin has soft little wrinkles that look like ripples on water. Yesterday it didn’t. When did I start needing naps, that have now become mini comas. Yesterday I was working until I got my second wind. The mirror seems to feel the need to taunt me with an image of someone I do not know. Yesterday the image was 18. When I forget and sit too long, it takes the length of the room to work out the stiffness and pain. Yesterday, I didn’t have time to sit. I won’t think about this today I’ll do it tomorrow But, tomorrow was yesterday, and the year is gone. I must have blinked while laughing in the face of spring, a brief summer warmth on my eye lids as they go down, and as they started up again, fall is turning to winter.