I sit alone.
Faces, so many faces,
flash before me.
Time passing by,
robbing me of my youth,
my beauty.
Leaving nothing but memories.
All things crumble and
fade with the passing of
time.
Ages pass.
Mountains become hills,
from hills to pebbles,
time erodes all.
Changes all.
The fresh faced child so
spritely in step is
suddenly an aged man,
his pallor one of death.
Life is impermanence.
Change comes in the blink
of an eye,
leaving us with naught
but memories.
And time.
