Poetry

Poem: Where Did Time Go

A slightly different version published inVirtual Library.

I walk down the street

looking at my reflection

in each car window.

I see a wrinkled face,

a bent-over body

and wonder if that’s

really me.

It was just a few short years ago

I walked on the same block,

looked in similar car windows

and saw a young girl in shorts

with long flowing hair

and a bounce in her gait.

©️MFT

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

21 comments on “Poem: Where Did Time Go

  1. True! That’s the beauty of the change; however, we won’t be there in the world to see the rest. A great observation!!

  2. Oh how lovely… we don’t realize, when we are twenty, that we will FEEL so young when we are fifty (and beyond)… yes, that reflection in the mirror can come as a bit of a shock when you are unprepared for it…

  3. The awareness of time comes with time and …..too late in time sometimes right?

  4. Wow! Really loved this, Mark!! Even if I never say it out loud that is the thought that goes through my head when I look into mirrors and other reflectors! I know the answer for the big blocks of time but too many of the sands of time have slipped away to give a good reply. Wonderful post! Hope it is ok, to reblog this???
    Chuck

  5. I can relate. Time is relative. It moves on without us, or just part of us.

  6. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Do you ask the same question Mark asks in his “POEM: WHERE DID TIME GO”
    Check out his blog too!

  7. Woow lovely… Loved it😊
    Please follow me also and let’s grow together…😊

  8. true my friend..your poems reflect the life perfectly…all the time that bends the life to remember how long we have walked away

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