Where does time go?
Does it hide in the wrinkles
of past smiles?
Does it lurk in the creaking
or your joints?
Does it lie imprisoned
in the square black and white cell
of an old photograph?
Does it camouflage in the clutter
accumulated in your abode?
Does it labor between the gears
in the watch on your wrist?
Does it cry out to you in the night
from the baby’s crib?
Does it stare at you from your own eyes
each time you look in the mirror?
Does it rattle around in your head
echoing louder with each new year
asking the same old question
where did I go and
where to now?