Turning Time Counter Clock Wise

I do recall, looking back on the time,
O' my have the years gone by,
speaking on age now,
I have a son,
he's seven years young,
my so fast he's grown,
looking back on the time my hands our tied,
never wishing to turn back the hands before me, and forbid to be grown,
for I love this life and all that I own,
now turning toward counter clock wise,
hoping for nothing more wiser then time its self,  
as I look at my clock ten times more,
I can see only joy for me and my boy, 
until I return once more and recall all I've done before,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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