Father Time passed by yesterday
and I paused what I was doing just to sit down and talk.
He asked about old joints, and I said that they've all closed.
He asked about certain people, and I told him they were all long gone by now.
I told him that people often asked where he had gone.
He let out a dragging sigh, and rubbed his eyes.
He said that he should have stayed in touch.
I took a better look at how he was now...
I noticed all the lines on his face and the dark circles hovering under his eyes.
I asked him what's going on, but he just shook his head.
He said that he had been too busy preparing for tomorrow, that he began to ignore the present.
I let his tears run down, as his shoulders dropped.
Taking hold of Father Time's hand, I told him not to worry.
The future might not be ready, but the present is here for him.