The aging may talk of their adventures and successes of the past
But the clock on their lives ever keeps ticking fast
And time does not wait it just keeps ticking on
At the stroke of midnight today will be gone
The young talk of what for them in life will be
As they grow into adulthood like a sapling tree
Full of ambition and on the right side of time
As they do look forward to their physical prime
The aging does talk of the decades ago
And time that rusts iron has become their foe
They talk of the past and not of times ahead
And hopes for the future in them all but dead
The songs of their favorite pop star the young do sing
The great gift of youth is a wonderful thing.
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