Time
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
I hear the days march on.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Those days are long since gone.
Of innocence and purity
And childhood games with friends
Of happy, laughing, giggling times,
and playtime without ends.
But now our time it slows and goes
and gives us mem'ries still
Of times when time flew oh so fast
'til now, when time's to kill.
... but, never to stand still.
... marching on and on until ...
Copyright © David Brooks | Year Posted 2016
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