Time that rusts iron has become his foe
He is not the man he was five decades ago
A stroke in his seventies has left him walking slow
Of better days in life he surely did know
In his early eighties divorced by his wife
With one who is younger by a few years she will live out her life
Six times a great grand dad the years on him show
The hair on his balding head as white as snow
One of the handsome young men of the town
Back in the years when his hair was light brown
All he retains are memories of the past
As ever time it does keep ticking fast
Looking every day of his age of eighty three
His children, grandchildren and great grandchildren he seldom does see
His better days are in the long gone
Only the love of life and the fear of death makes him want to live on
That time is our master only true to say
In the nursing home he will live his last day
Healthy, strong and athletic when in his life's prime
Only in memory we can go back in time.
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