time lost

whence once was a child before
stands there now that child now more

no more the child of simple youth
but now the man in angers truth

of bending time from then to here
the child knew not in least the fear

of knowing time from here to past
the man knows only impossibly fast

so greyed in time with bittered age
as life has turned a withered page

disheartened then of time long lost
of choices made of pain of cost