On Looking Back The Seasons

On looking back the Seasons i realize how quickly time has gone And the clock on my life ever keeps ticking on Some four decades ago i was in my life's prime And now in my late sixties i am running out of time Far north of where i now live my life's journey began And i look and i feel like an aging man Though in my long gone prime in the distant past I was one of those who could never run fast And my fastest pace nowadays for my age even slow But time on the best of them does eventually show Twenty seven years ago i last saw my first home place And there to many today mine would be a stranger's face The boy of the fifties is now an aging man And in the twilight years of his living span.