Time Waits For No One

I looked at my Mom in her 60’s and mused I have 30 more years that’s unused Before those wrinkles start to show In this smooth face gazing from the mirror Smug in my sureness Yet also showing my immatureness. I looked at my mom in her 70’s and again Believing I had 20 more years in my brain Even though I now see a wrinkle or two Brushing it aside was my error Time did not wait for me Then she was suddenly eight three. This time I only had years ten Before I would considered myself old But when did all those wrinkles descend And dreams border on terror? Then I remembered my soul’s true direction Age and death are just a preview Beyond the vail we live in blissful perfection Where everyone’s soul is once again new. ©?Deborah M Kelly 2023