Growing old Gracefully

a poem by Thomas Chisholm, UK

The march of time may I be so bold
Took away my youth and left me old

How can I stop the sands of time
Growing old should become a crime

Through these eyes I can not see
What the future holds for you or me

I refuse to bow down to old father time
Even though I know I am past my prime

The fountain of youth I search to find
Or is it just a figment of my mind

The elixir of life I would surely take
Just to do it all again for old times sake

If this growing old is a pain for you
Take a step back and have a drink or two.

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