don’t waste it;
that window to the world

your window
with  a glow
transient but compelling

to see through you
brings joy
to wizened eyes;
they can’t stop staring

and touching…

that image in the glass
dancing like guilt
on a feather
untethered to time or vow

a partner here,
a coveted client now

oh, the sheen,
the glow;
the groping fingerprints
in the know

champagne spills
onto your pane;
where did the time go?

stains linger
like wrinkles;
a fright for four eyes

pity stares through you
now;
your then is gone

if only you had seized
that ray of sunshine
and made it your own

way back when

~ P
(3/28/2016)