Time

The end is near for March, the ides are gone and the luck is over.
Spring break is  mended and staring us in the face is a fools day, many showers and a very good Friday shoulder to shoulder with the Resurrection of our Lord. These days are in line like school children and run as if on an endless wheel. I looked back just once and saw myself dressed in shiny patent leather  shoes, anklets with lace, a crunchy petticoat with complementing dress. I stood  patiently back in line and there I was looking to the right and I’m in my heels at the mirror applying concealer on the lines under my eyes.
Where does the time go?