My Biggest Fear

My biggest fear surrounds me;
I can't see it, but I know it's there.
I hold it back, yet it still comes;
In the black night I can almost feel it,
But it never concedes to show its face.

My fear glimmers during tragedy,
In my delicately dripping tears.
For it knows the sorrow that seems inescapable
Will soon be yesterday, then last week,
And then long gone among the years.

My fear leaps when I laugh,
Along my happy giggles.
Laughing in my face it seems;
That my joy will shortly be a faded memory;
Another tiresome, "Back in my day?"

My fear is in the dusty gray locks
That will one day lie on my pale pillow;
In the baby face I'll surely lose,
And in all the creases in my life,
That will valiantly appear on my skin.

My fear follows me as I play,
In the playgrounds in the park,
That one day will no longer welcome me back.
My fear is time; yes; each tick of a clock,
Unrelenting and infinite;
Like nothing else in the world.