Time

I look in the mirror,  Who is this woman; peering back at me? Her hair is turning gray, winkles where a smile uses to be. A lot of time has passed, the young girl she once knew What once pure; and childlike is no more. Life event turn into another she surrendered a little more of herself. All is passing before her,  and soon alone she will be. She closes her eyes; needing to believe that there more.  She tries to breathe. To hold them once more. Listen, to be there, cherish them, because in a blink of an eye; they can be gone. We only have this moment in time. We are not promised tomorrow.