Finger tips of bitter cold
Wrinkled hands and growing old
Drifting back to treasured past
Looking forward looking glass
Days went by much slower then
Time gives way and death begins
At what point did the clock reverse?
The gift of life becomes a curse
Past to future time goes on
Building memories, lyrics to song
Pen to paper pictures in ink
Time remembered, time to think
Yesterday flew, a vapor, the wind
Today’s just starting, today just ends
The longer the day the shorter the mind
One extra wrinkle imbedded in time
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