Old Father Time
The process of aging, I think it's a curse.
Why can't it just stop and let's age in reverse?
As your skin starts to wrinkle and your hairs turning grey.
The reality of aging, can we keep it at bay?
Say goodbye to those wrinkles whilst reclaiming your youth.
The thought of getting old, is to me so uncouth.
Get that clock ticking backwards, take me back to my prime.
Whilst halting the hands on that clock, keeping time.
Just think of the benefits of the knowledge you'd keep.
With your age creeping backwards, whilst you quietly sleep.
As you sip from the chalice of the fountain of youth.
You awake from your slumber to find your skin soft and smooth.
The thought of getting old is a bitter pill to swallow.
It's the process of aging that we all have to follow.
The one thing that is certain is a truth so sublime,
We can't turn back the clock of our old father time.
Copyright © Sean Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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