The Passing of Time

He calls me “young lady”…
Alas, I am not that,
not that no more…
sighed the Poet.
I have now lived more days
than yet to come
Is this the ending
of what might yet begin?

I am a star of light
in the early morn,
just for one day,
said the Day Lily.
How many more blooms until winter?

They say that we have nine lives,
said the White Cat.
I think I am on my ninth..
better make the most of it.