Father Time:
tick tock go the hand of the grandfather clock at the end of my room.
I sit there in a daze staring at the clock.
I see father time staring back at me with cloudy eyes and long white hair flowing around me.
He smiles at me with cracked lips and crocked teeth.
He motions for me to come near with a wave of his Bony arm.
I draw near him as he wraps his hair around me. I feel weak and tired.
I fade in and out of conciseness.
Am i dead or just sleeping. Time is having it’s way with me.
Aging and weakening me to old age slowly but surly. all of us will meat this fate one day you will grow
old.
There no way to escape it though we all try. father time just laughs and waves his hand and we take our place in time and space.
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