Wisdom of the Ages

She glances at the clock and starts
“It’s true, it seems, what they say
About time and how it darts
When you are having your way”
It seems to her, strange how her definition
Of fun has undergone a transformation
Now it’s more about reading a good book,
Or testing exotic leek or celeriac as a cook,
Or talking to a trusted friend after ages
And not so much about clubs or parties,
Or dares, or dressing up, or witty repartees
With strangers. Gone are those stages.
Perhaps this means she’s getting old
Or maybe just that through fire comes gold.