Time The Old Master

Way back in the days when his hair was light brown
One of the most admired by young women of the town
But the hair on his balding head now silver grey
He is one who has known of a far better day
Though in his younger years one not short of women in his life
He is growing old without descendants or a partner or wife
The women who loved him now ageing old dears
And all he has are memories of his better years
One now in the twilight of the human life span
In his younger years he was a tall handsome man
But going back the Seasons this seems long ago
And time the old master has become his foe
No longer young and sprightly he walks rather slow
Time on the best of them eventually does show.