Time On His Life

He often thinks of the good times of his past
When he was younger and his legs did move fast
Long before time it did become his foe
But going back the Seasons this seems long ago

Near his prime years in the far away town
With his young mates he played football until after sundown
In warm Summer evenings in the town park
They played until the fading light just before dark

The boys and girls he grew up with he thinks of today
Some of them in the old town choose to stay
And some of them where the deceased are does lay
And some like him are ageing from their first homes far away

His hair that was light brown back in his prime day
On his balding head is now silver grey
And though he has good memories of the distant past
Time on his life ever keeps ticking fast.