Vague sounds of time as they pass by my mind
Tick with every tock of the pendulum
Reviving memories I left behind
Reliving them under life’s momentum
Shadows that prey upon a withered soul
Voices that lay claim to all moments past
Recollections that wish to take their toll
Charge forward to take their bite hard and fast
My dearest old grandfather, turn it back
And see fit to remove the painful stings
I’ll sit here while you turn white from black
A single breath away from childish things
Ageless hands make minutes a memory
Abrading away with death’s emery
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