He has seen many years and seasons come and go
And the clock of time it has become his foe
He walks with a cane and he feels tired and old
Back in his prime years he was dashing and bold
What hair he has left on his head is a silvery gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
Back in the mid fifties the hero of the town
In the district grand final he won his renown
After the final siren he kicked the winning goal
But time on the best of them does take it's toll
With the local club his grandsons now play
The young football heroes of the town today
And their granddad an example of the wear of time
The dashing young hero in his glorious prime.
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