Open Wide and Say A-a-a-h

Ah, what a lot of lovely spheres of yesterdays we had

To contemplate the gait of moments drives one nearly mad

My, my, how subtle the exchange of ways once commonplace

As fingers are estranged from faces lost to time’s embrace

And mindset must adapt to learn to yearn in quiescent muse

While daily dusk returns to collect hindsight’s latest views

Ah,Time trolls mist-kissed maples, strolls the red-brick boulevard

It paints the stilly twilight like a master-piece postcard

Where whispers that teased tresses green and gold by day of May

Run quieter caresses across outlines silver-gray

As thought strains and delves deeper into frays of fading tint

Ere midnight flicks Today away like a stray bit of lint

 

Ah, 'neath the hierarchy of tick-tock lifetimes disappear

And there is no annulment for moments once spent, my dear

Where past is nothing but Present poured into Bygone's mold

How beautiful and brief its blessed fortune that we hold

While learning to adapt to What Is after What Once Was

Before What Will Be fills our fingers with life’s latest cause

© Janet Martin

 I don't really want to say this but I will, 

'Can you believe another year is almost gone?!