a poem...

SPINNING THRU THE YEARS

 

“I don’t see the reason why every angel should fly.”

Now so many years later the song sounds the same

but look at how we have aged.

Now we aren’t so young and the years spin

before us like seeds upon a pond.

Old Father Time laughs at us as we grow old

but I only wish I could turn back time

and be young again forever. I shed

so many tears over my youth,

over the music, over it all.

It is all too much for me.

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