Sometime
Chasing down youth so prime
For all my life and worth
Old age started riding time
From slapping GO, at birth
So brave when young, I had no fear
Sure, took a look around
Never believing death was near
And aging made no sound
Well, here I go over the hill
Ran as fast as I should
yet time does not ever stand still
As if We….ever could.
Copyright © F Kelling | Year Posted 2012
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