Here is
The book
Of Time.
Page one,
You
Chubby child.
Page three
Teen
Running wild.
Page five
Or
Somewhere
There,
A lovely
Youth,
So free, so fair.
Oh, my!
The wind
Blows
Pages by.
In a brief
Space,
Something
Happens
To your
Face.
Before you
Can reach out,
Take hold,
You realize
You’re old.
You hasten
To the known
Bookshelf,
And try
To find
Your
Other self.
Too late!
It’s gone.
Your book
Has been
Withdrawn.