My, My

My, my, we sigh ‘how time does fly’

How seamlessly the years slip by

Why did we grow oh, so, so slow

When we were kids; before we slid

Onto that grid of getting old

And how did we get here so fast?

Of short-sighted future and far-sighted past

My, my, we say, ‘how soon another day

Is done away; the gold and gray

Meet in the melting pot of yesterday

And all that we can keep of it

Are memories of what we did

I hope, as we sense Time’s sweet lenience fade

We say my, my but *what a lot of love we made

© Janet Martin

*lest there be any confusion, the writer is speaking of Love.