The boys of the fifties are ageing by the day
Where the deceased are some of them does lay
And some in their first hometown choose for to stay
And some are growing old in towns and cities far away
From the parks where as teenagers ball games they did play
Of the what was only memories remain true to say
To the boys of the fifties time has become their foe
With only memories of their better years long ago
On looking back the years time seems to have gone fast
And memories are all that remain of the past
It is true about time it does tick on and on
At midnight this evening today will have gone
And just like the rhymer who writes a final rhyme
Eventually everyone runs out of time.
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