In my younger days
I played
With many a maid.
Now my clock
Has stopped.
Yet still I rhyme
Of Father Time.
But all clocks wound
Must run down
In my younger days
I played
With many a maid.
Now my clock
Has stopped.
Yet still I rhyme
Of Father Time.
But all clocks wound
Must run down
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael.
A true but sad poem, Kevin! Don’t worry, lifetime is relative Best wishes, Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem.