Time Flies Poem by Donal Mahoney

Used to be
she’d tell him what
to get at the grocery store
and he always brought it back.
Now she makes a list.

Used to be
she knew by noon what
she’d make for dinner.
Everything from scratch.
Now she’s in the pantry
rummaging at 6.

Used to be
the two of them would cheer
the sunrise on the patio
with coffee imported
from Antigua or Barbados.
Now they sleep in.
Have instant later.

Used to be
they’d sit on the porch
and watch the sun go down
with oohs and aahs
and a glass of sherry.
Now they doze in rockers
until it’s almost 10.