Time

The hour glass flips

the sands of time trickle down 

as seconds pass. 

Sand plays tricks on the eyes.

Suddenly 

gone are the days of playgrounds

and jumping rope. 

Lost are the years that pass

like clouds,

unnoticed and ever changing. 

The days blur together

flashes of color

One day you look in the mirror,

skin etched with lines

and hair the color of 

a cloudy day.