The babies born yesterday are a day old today
And the clock on their lives ever ticking away
And though many of them will be living long after the life from me has gone
The seconds of their lives will be ticking on
That time is all of our master none ought to deny
On looking back the decades it did seem to fly
Some of the boys and girls i went to school with are deceased today
And time has left me looking tired, old and gray
In my physical prime in the early seventies four decades ago
Time then my friend has now become my foe
And all we have are memories of the what used to be
Time will not wait for you it did not wait for me
The babies born yesterday one day nearer their lives prime
And eventually too they will become victims of time.
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