That time ages the best of them happens to be so
He is not the man he was decades ago
Back in the days when his hair was light brown
A favoured lover of young women of the town
Women they came to and went from his life
He never had children or never has had a wife
Into his seventies he ,lives on his own
And far better days of in life he has known
The clock on his life ever keeps ticking fast
And all he has now are memories of the past
Time is our master as most would agree
He is not the man that he used to be
When he was the number one young lover in the town
Back in the days when his hair was light brown.
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