Time
as youth and beauty slowly fade
a black and white reel from yesterday
the blossom falling from the flower
while the clock ticks away the hours
all the innocence seeped away
painted with a brush that’s jaded
a mirror reflection of who we were
looking back a likeness blurred
the image not at all the same
deterred by the game life played
wondering where the good life went
now that we are old and spent
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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