Claire V. Bogdanos

The  pages of my  calendar

All now seem to be  flashing by

They  are racing one  another

I  find I’m helpless  as they  fly.

I never thought that I would see

A time that  would  evaporate

This  world with such  rapidity

Without a  chance to  concentrate.

And so  it is  the days  have passed

Without  one moment  to be  lost

Like  pictures  in a  looking  glass

With  no one there to count the cost !