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.