I keep on getting older as the Seasons come and go <br />And time of us all the master it leaves us walking slow <br />But if 'tis any consolation the baby born today <br />Will one day too as many do in age hide time's decay <br />The young man of the sixties looking the worst for wear <br />The wrinkles that the years brought, the greyness in his hair <br />And as we age it does seem our biological clock ticks fast <br />And though our prime years we remember the past is in the past <br />Every time I pass a burial ground where life's departed lay <br />I cannot help but think that their fate will be my fate one day <br />The funeral bell that rang for them will one day ring for me <br />Though it can be said of Life's Reaper that he creates equality <br />I keep on getting older the years on me do tell <br />And for my age I cannot say that I look fit and well.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-keep-on-getting-older/
