Father Time
Tick, tock goes the clock
The hands go ‘round
And never stop
Time does fly
So says the wise
The children always
Ask them why
For when still young
Time passes slow
Why this is
I just don’t know
But as we age
And by now we see
That time speeds dramatically;
The months pass like days
The years I’ll forever fear
For as each one passes
I know the end is ever near
I’m not afraid of dying
I know God will take me Home
I’m not afraid of flying
That will be left up to my soul
But what I am afraid of
And what it is that scares me so
Is the thought of losing those I love
And thought of growing old
But time does pass for all alive
There’s just no cheating
Father Time
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