Where does the time go? Where does it run to? How can so many days And hours and seconds And years speed by When suddenly old happens. What is old anyway? It’s more than wrinkles And grey hair. It’s more than arthritis And hip replacements. It’s remembering black and white Television And cars the size of tanks. It’s faded photos That weren’t taken on a phone. It’s laughing at the computer voice On Star Trek Because we now have our own Alexa and Siri who tell us the weather And how to spell pneumonia. Old crept up or rather Raced up And settled in my hip. And my eyes and ears. It crept up on other people too. Rock stars now look like grandpas. Actresses look like their skin shrank And their lips popped. Once boyish politicians have jowls And bald spots. And the youth of the world The perennially fresh-faced crowd With new ideas which are really Old ideas in a slicker package. Do they know how fast it All goes? I was told. I was warned. But I paid no attention. Why worry about some Future when right now Is so easy. So breezy. Life is so lush and full And stretches ahead. Plenty of time To be successful. Fall in love. Write the novel. Change the world Until the time goes. Until it disappears A breathless moment That grows, blooms And fades. Where does the time go? The moments shimmer away Leaving but memories, Phantom images and Dreamlike thoughts Of long ago.