Time Ago


I remember when I could say
This is my time
That was a time ago
When I was svelte and unlined


And now I see girls
That look like a used-to-be-me
This is their time
Shiny smooth, bright of eye
Untested and true
Time does take a toll
In memory and photos
Sound clips and music videos


Thirty some odd years once before
When I could strut some stuff
When men whistled and cat-called
To my flirting


Not much changes really
Just the calendar pages and
Decades’ etchings
Along my mouth and eyes
There’s always a replica of me
Sitting on a barstool
Spaghetti strapped with made-up eyes


I remember back in the day
When I was bold and brash
That was my time
And this is theirs