At the stroke of midnight the past will be today
Twelve years as a child seven as a teenager and fifteen in your physical prime
Too soon it does seem we become victims of time
Youth with us it does not have a long stay
That we age rather quickly only true to say
They were in their prime fifty years ago
The elderly citizens time has become their foe
They will tell you on looking back the Seasons time did go fast
And all they now have are memories of the past
Immortality for the soul may not be based on a lie
But the human body born into life to eventually die
Tomorrow of today will be a memory
For us to reflect on of the what used to be.
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