Where has the time gone?
The years have slipped away.
Every time you look around,
There is a brand “new” day.
The old passes on—
Making way for the new.
The new becomes many,
And the old becomes few.
Where has the time gone?
For, longing are the years,
Which brought joy and laughter
And sometimes even tears.
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I sing this song, often.This is so meaningful as it touches us all. You said it mighty well