Time Flies

The pearly drops of water

On the bathroom wall

The rebellious black ant

On the sugar ball

The busy specks of dust

On the floor of the hall

The rustling dried leaves

That turn pale when they fall

The font of the letters

On the page I scrawled

The adamant creases

On Momma’s shawl

I met them long ago, when

My best friend was a doll

I don’t know them now

Not at all