They Are Middle Aged Those Who Were Children Poem by Francis Duggan

They are middle aged those who were children when i was in my life's prime
There is no holding back the hands of time
It rusts steel and iron and eventually becomes everyone's foe
They look older today those in their life's prime a decade ago
The praises of youth many do like to sing
And youth as is said can be a marvelous thing
But the Seasons go by and time ticks on fast
And the old one today was a young one of the past
Many of the boys and girls i grew up with are grandparents today
And some of them now in eternal rest lay
It is in the past the what used to be
We can only go back in time in memory
Some of those i grew up with are not of the living today
And time on my life keeps on ticking away.