We Are Mere Mortals - Poem by Francis Duggan
Although we cannot turn back the clock it would be nice again
To run at a good pace down the park in the early morning rain
I never was a good athlete compared to many slow
But my fastest speed far slower today than it was years ago.
With my young friends in the Town park i often played football
We played just for the love of playing as i can well recall
But my prime years they went so fast time for me did not wait
And every day I'm one day nearer to my use by date.
The years have left me looking old and the years have left me gray
And the boys and girls of my younger years where might they be today?
Like me no doubt they had their dreams of success, wealth and fame
And we went our separate ways in life since no two are the same.
With far less energy nowadays than i had in my prime
The clock on my life keeps ticking on and i feel the wear of time
We are mere mortals we must die in that we have no say
And for each and everyone of us there is a final day.
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