Time

Time what are you doing to me

You are making me an old man

I guess I must accept everything

It is a part of our Savior’s plan

I seem to notice now I am slow

Where I once I had some speed

Exercise was a thing I read about

Now I am wishing I had taken heed

My belly has lapped over my belt

None of my old clothes seem to fit

Even the chair seemed to have shrunk

My favorite one where I used to sit

So time it looks like you are a winner

Your years have made me look old

Wrinkles where it was once smooth

I am old and I don’t need to be told

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