Time Travel by Ian Beckett
I thought today’s just Thursday. Damn. I lost a day again. This happens to me a lot. I wonder where I went.
I was fifty-three this morning,
But I feel so much older now,
Having lived a lifetime in a day.
It started like a thousand others,
Time suddenly skipped a track,
Everyone I know is dead and gone—
I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
I never knew that time was precious,
This morning was a hundred years ago.