Growing Old
Tick tock tick tock
Do you hear the silent ticking of the clock of time.
For every moment the world grows older.
A endless process that keep repeating it self.
one that carries you along with it.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The silent sound of the clock of life.
Ticking away life second by second
Minute by minute, and hour by hour.
As the shadows of time grows short.
Life to shall grow short with them.
I too shall grow old.
Like sand in a hour glass life to shall run out.
I too shall grow old.
Like the great sand dunes of time.
Like the dust in in the wind.
Life shall blow way.
For I too shall grow old
jackie compton
