The Time Clock Is Changing Hands Poem by Dorsey Baker

The Time Clock Is Changing Hands



The years roll fast
Way down the road
It don't take long
As the years come

The smiling face
The bright eyes of youth
In the rearview mirror
Remember the fading light
of yesterday
The coming of tomorrow's sun

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