Memories

Time is a fickle thing

always changing and never the same

Sometimes a slow crawl

and other times, a speeding car

whizzing past the days

until last year

feels like yesterday

Even though you know

that it’s been so much longer than that

That you have aged far more than just a day

As the years flow

water to vapor or ground

that is how the years will go

But regardless

they will never be enough

Always leaving you wanting

Time who stops for no pleas

loyal to no one

And yet treasured by all

A bittersweet flavour is time