Of Seasons Long Gone

Of Seasons long gone and of the what used to be We only have in us an aging memory At the stroke of midnight the past will be today And the clock on our lives does keep ticking away Fleeting our young years and fleeting our lives prime And in memory we only can go back in time The funeral bell that rang for someone today will one day ring for me Like all other life forms us humans are born to mortality Three score and ten years the average human life span A few years more for a woman than it is for a man The Reaper of lives does treat as the same The lives of the paupers and those of wealth and fame On looking back the Seasons it does not seem long ago Since i was a young man but time has become my foe.