This follows on from the last couple of poems. I thought Time would be a great character to write. not as an old man but a rather fashionable guy that turns heads even though he’s usually unnoticed.

 

Old man time

 

Old man time is a dapper young gent

whose buttons are shiny and bright.

his jacket is pressed, his waistcoat is clean

and his collar is ruffled and white.

 

he walks through the town with a smile on his face

his hands hang low by his side.

he causes a stir with his fashionable dress

and the way his cravat’s loosely tied.

 

through the passing of years he has watched everyday

at our failures, our loves and our joys.

he watches the adults drinking their wine,

the children that play with their toys.

 

he’s there in the corner when life’s gone so dark

and hope seems so far away.

he’s there by your side when your spirits are bright

and you laugh and dance through the day.

 

he’s there through your sorrow, he’s there through your loss

he’s there through your laughter and smiles.

the constant companion travelling down

through the turning and churning of miles.

 

Old man time is a dapper young gent

whose buttons are shiny and bright.

he’s watched through the daytime of sunshine and warmth

and he’s watched through the cold of the night.

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