Time was beautiful once.
She took me by the hand,
ran with me through the surf,
promised me endless summer days.
Time had to work on her hair
and her face after I fell asleep,
but she was beautiful when I woke up.
She promised me adulthood was freedom.
Time stole my retirement money
for a facelift and tummy tuck.
She replaced the light bulbs
to hide the wrinkles and the sags.
Time took everything I owned, and ran
off with my grandson. He’ll be sorry.
published in Prolific Pulse
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