Time flies 

It’s a cirrus cloud in disguise 

It’s a pile of cash in your hands 

Then it’s all the things that life demands: your leaking roof, your painful tooth, your flat tire, your hollow stomach’s desire 

You can’t hang on to it

Or put it in a mason jar with a lid 

You can’t relive the days when you were a kid 

Does time wear a cape as it soars?

And does it change as the seasons do

Or as people come and go through doors?

Where does time go to renew?

It seems tireless 

Leaving after a moment at a funeral or birth

Like an unwelcome guest 

It shows up when you look at old pictures 

And in all your favorite times, your best moments

It flickers 

Like lightning 

And you barely see it 

Does it stall at the end of each life 

Just so that we really believe in it?

When it can no longer be had 

When there’s none left to turn to good from bad 

How humbling to think 

That it doesn’t even stay for our wake

It comes around the next day in the form of a newspaper, a morning cup of coffee

Any sort of routine

But time doesn’t care about those things either

As evidenced by obituaries of kids 

And the market and sports world’s bids 

It keeps on going, flying, neverminding 

Like the seasons, like the sun

Ceaseless 

Elusive

Can anyone share it?

As it flies by, don’t stare at it

Though it flies and may have a cape, it’s no superhero

In time, it brings us all down to zero