Over Time
As the rivers wash the stones smooth
and sea's ripple the sand,
seasons in years cascade on by,
resulting in this old man.
Knowledge and wisdom a positive gain,
as youth is stripped away,
memories fill my reflecting pool
to tap, when life I replay.
Months pass swiftly and health declines,
such are the ravages of old father time.
Days number fewer, that horizon in view,
for time passes quickly, I know that to be true!
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