Time is going
This I can see
As the morning mirror
Stares back at me
Its me in there
With all this grey hair
Ever stop yourself
At times like this
When the clock on the wall
Says its getting late
This two armed bandit
It stole our youth
Father time
Your so uncouth
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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