Old Man Time
Old man time, he walks this path
Graying like the world around him
I see him from the window
Afraid to catch his eye
I hear his bones as they creak,
Ticking off the seconds that remain.
He is coming up the walk now
Click, tick, tick
He is here for me, we both know
And I, I await his presence
What is there left to mutter but this;
Time has come for me,
My time has come
Copyright © Misty Hunter | Year Posted 2007
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