Old Father Time

OLD FATHER TIME

Old father time, just quietly ticks away,
when you look in the mirror suddenly,
you are wrinkled, old, and grey
What happened to all those precious memories
they are gone forever,
like dust in the passing breeze
It seems like only yesterday,
that I myself was just a lad,
but now I have a little girl,
who calls me granddad.

~Tango~

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