Villanelle: Fickle Time Has Slipped Away

Fickle time has slipped away,
leaving you alone and still.
So little is left to say.

In rented rooms alone and gray,
so little power left of will.
Fickle time has slipped away.

Short time left to laugh and play.
fewer years remain to fill.
There is nothing more to say.

Why do we stand and stay?
Fading moments left to kill.
Fickle time has slipped away

Seeping out along the way,
all your words depart until,
there is nothing left to say

Decrepitude and decay
fill the weary world until,
fickle time has slipped away.
There is nothing left to say.