Time tells on everyone in truth one can say
And nobody does grow younger by the day
A great grandmother many times a senior citizen of the town
In her late eighties she dyes her hair brown
Quite an attractive looking woman in her physical prime
But hair dyes and anti ageing creams cannot turn back the hands of time
Her husband ten years ago of a heart attack died
From old age and death there is nowhere to hide
Though looking well for her years no longer a great beauty to behold
Nobody grows younger but everyone does grow old
But she has had her good innings one does have to suppose
Before death the petals does fall from the rose
She was the town beauty many decades ago
But time that ages everyone has become her foe
To time we all surrender eventually
For everyone born into life this is how it must be
We are born to age and die truer words never said
And death of everyone does lay ahead
The mythical legend of Tir Na Nog
Was first brought to life by a lovable rogue.
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