She looked at the reflection
of herself in the mirror
and she saw her first wrinkle
her first grey hair
time waits for no one
'ol man father time don't move slow!
he catches up
with all of us
if we live long enough
In the back of her mind
she had always thought
she would never get a wrinkle
she would never get a grey hair
but 'ol man father time
has proved her wrong
She's got a grey hair
she can't comb out!
She's got a wrinkle
she can't iron out!
'ol man father time
has won!
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