Of Seasons Long Gone

Of Seasons long gone and of the what used to be
We only have in us an aging memory
At the stroke of midnight the past will be today
And the clock on our lives does keep ticking away
Fleeting our young years and fleeting our lives prime
And in memory we only can go back in time
The funeral bell that rang for someone today will one day ring for me
Like all other life forms us humans are born to mortality
Three score and ten years the average human life span
A few years more for a woman than it is for a man
The Reaper of lives does treat as the same
The lives of the paupers and those of wealth and fame
On looking back the Seasons it does not seem long ago
Since i was a young man but time has become my foe.