The years keep passing by
Like speeding cars on a freeway
There nothing we can do
You see we have no say
For the passing of time
No one can control
We watch it pass us by
As the clock shows us growing old
So make the best of it while you can
As time keeps moving on
It will pass, in a flash
Soon we'll all be gone
5-11-20/RjH
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