Father Time


Spring flowers, Autumn leaves.

Winter snow, Summer breeze.

Four seasons on glorious display.

Each unique in its own special way.

The seasons pass as the years turn.

Always leaving a lesson learned.

Father Time waits on no soul,

So enjoy this life before its time to go.


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