Where did the time go?
Was it not just yesterday
that I ran in fields every day
and every thought was of play?
Why must time flow so fast?
that all I envision
is sums and revision
and the accrual of funds my mission?
How is it I am out of time?
Why must my bones be succumbing
my muscles decaying
and my life’s essence fleeting?
Would I re-do my time if I could?
the time reset and a chance to renew
Nay, every breath I took was what grew
myself, and if I lost this could you still call me you?