Time Flies Away
It's funny how time flies away.
"Like the blink of an eye"
my father did say.
I know now what he meant.
My youth and beauty are all spent.
Where did that time go?
It is now I that is home alone.
From my nest my kids have flown.
I am my mother, my hands show.
As I type and am looking down,
at these puffy old hands I frown.
Could these hands be mine?
It's funny how time flies away.
I gave him my skinniest years I'd say.
That X husband of mine.
But flying time also brings wisdom.
We at last can escape from the prison
of youthful fears and wasted tears.
Roll on time but slow down please.
I have still so much to do and see.
From fear of the future release me.
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