Time seems to pass quickly and keeps ticking on
And at twelve o clock midnight today will be gone
Time it does rust iron and brings decay
And everyday we do live one nearer to our last day
She died fairly recently going back three months or more
The oldest person i knew she was one hundred and four
Till her life's journey's end her faculties she did retain
One of her age i am never likely for to meet again
Some i went to school with are deceased today
In far away cemeteries their last remains lay
The Reaper who claimed their lives will claim the life from me
In the not too distant future whenever that will be
Time as is said never waits for anyone
As the Reaper of lives his work is never done.
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