While toil lends time,

Joy steals it, whipping it around corners

Like a wind over a landscape,

Speeding

One hundred five and still alive

Alert clear headed how she thrives

One wonders how she spends her

The Time that Goes ByTicking,rhythmically,the seconds pass,turning into minutes,then hours.Days become

Has Time Slipped Away?

Truly is it gone?

Am I now in a place

Where I don't really belong?

How do I

Over space,

time began.

At this time:

good morning,

good afternoon,

it is twilight, goodbye.

They hold their candles but say they cannot see me;

They ask me for the truth - I tell - they don't

You held my hand tight

Promised that you'd see me grow old,

You walked away, distantly

And with your

Not enough hours in the day

When depressed, the hours drag on

But now, almost in the blank spaces of