Sometimes, Lost In Time

“How old are you?” They ask

I stumble,

Laughing 

Not sure.

(I’ve had so many…

Years that is)

Sometimes

Lost in time

I try to remember what year it is

I fall through the cracks of time,

Fumbling 

For this year

Not sure…

Where did the time go

I was a teenager recently, 

47 years ago.

I see a date of an event

I smile absentmindedly thinking,

“That was just recently”

But it wasn’t:

It was a long long time ago.

People I work with remember the names of former workers

I only remember a few

Because I knew so many

And carrying so many gets so heavy

Heavy with time

 

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