The old man today was young years ago
Time that ages everyone has become his foe
With gray hairs on his balding head the years on him show
In his young years a champion athlete now his fastest pace slow
A widower in his late seventies his wife dead for five years
Her passing from life did reduce him to tears
Together they raised three daughters of grandchildren he has ten
The grandads of today in the past were young men
It is a young person's World it does seem this way
But the young of the present will be old one day
I often see him out walking in the park or the street
And he always says hello to me when we meet
The passing of time has left him walking slow
The years on the best of them eventually show.
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