I wish , I could turn back
The hands of time for old time sake
And try to remember .
I try to remember some fun times
When no one wept
But the old tree in the back yard .
I get steamy eyed .
Oh the time that passed me by
So fast years ago is coming back
So slowly these days
For nothing not even father time
Ever stays the same
Even when it comes back to me today .
By Brock
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