MY PLACE

What do you see when you look at me?
The little girl I used to be?
I've grown old and fat and full of care
I look before me and no one's there.

Where did they go-
The generation ahead of me?
Was I too busy
I didn't see?
One by one they took their leave
I am left to grieve

And wonder how life went so fast.
So much love now in the past.
The working, the striving
The caring, the dying
So busy living
No time to think.
Then I blinked
And they are gone.
My hair now is white
Soon it is night
No more time
I take my place at the head of the line.

Author: My sister
April 22, 2007