Nothing Lasts

She could feel them
      vibrations
earth and time turning
youth and old age blurring
A switch from dolls to useless canes
holding firmly to what
seemed real in life
any anchor she could find
an arm, a chair, a false belief.
      Early years in pink painted bedrooms
grew into teenage years of angst
protest posters, peace sign decals
a boy, a man, so many passed
Now left here standing,
      shaking
from the rush of years.
Her life, her life
now surging fast.