issue 24 > light verse > neely
It’s Timeby Cynthia Neely
It's those whose flesh fits firm on limber frames
who do not understand, the clock runs down.
My mirror, once so kind, now barely tames
the lines that, though I smile, contain a frown.
No fair! No fair! How did I gain this weight?
How is it that my hair's begun to thin?
And now I have a reason to debate
the merit of a bit of double chin.
On aching knee, I bend to say a prayer:
'O keep this knowledge safe and out of sight.'
My prayer is answered (not without despair);
my eyes have dimmed, I see me in soft light!
Though we accept our lives as grand design,
it doesn't slow the speed of our decline.