Old Man Time
Grandfather stands tall true and erect
his frame withered
by old man time
his hands move so slow
but with
that metronome beat
once all but new
now scaly and with colour fade
his lustre
all but gone
now that time has moved along
his withered face stares
waiting
waiting
as the hours pass by
moving slowly with a
grinder monkeys tune
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listen to his timeless sound
as the wheels of time
slowly turn
listen closely
there’s a routine in his words
he tells you
when to stay
he tells you
when to go
his wisdom
so profound
with that beat
that
metronome sound
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dance
to his metronome like beat
dance
to the tune inside your head
hear the beat swing
as you whistle out his tune
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a hypnotic beat
that has you
falling
falling
deep inside
his sound
he has seen
day becomes night
then
night becomes day
he has seen
the present become the past
and the past become the future
he has seen
the small grow large
and the young grow old
he has seen
innocence become lost
and the mature wither and die
he has seen a starting seed
being sown
then watch it
grow
and grow
and grow
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