Fooling Father Time

A Poem of Life

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I’m older than my father by some years
He left us at the youthful age of 76
I never thought much about it or ever feared
I was young and strong and still had lots of tricks

Now today I often question and I wonder
How much useful healthy time is left for me
Can I still conjure up that youthful thunder
Liked when I slammed that little golf ball off that tee