A sweeping second
hand
without a single tug,
robs you of your youthful looks
swept beneath the rug,
Time,
without a second thought
gathers up your life,
leaving you with aches and pains
and just a little strife,
Standing at
the very end
somewhat old and bent,
None of us has any clue
just where the time has went.
I'm just saying, I spent a lifetime
there one weekend.
1 comment:
We know it was good - there just isn't room in our little brains for all the memories! "Brain Shrinkage" happens ya know.
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