life will slip by you

if you're not careful 

Quietly 

delicately 

like a well dressed thief 

she will gently tug the youth from your face 

leaving everything else in place 

( we call her Fate )

A smirking seamstress 

she will hold your threads as you walk away 

and every time you look back

that slight smile will beg you to get the joke

( you're not alone )