Only your parents will live for you,
But your friend will wait for you,
While your spouse will go by you,
Mostly your children will quicken you,
But ,will your age stand by you?
As age waits for none
It transforms young one
Into a matured run,
Again it transfers an old tone.
To the greying prone.
As the clock strikes one,
The hours go by one,
While the morn slides to none,
The day is counted as one.
Allowing the intervals to relish in fun.
Days add up to make months twelve
Which again calculates the year well,
Sensing a calculation to swell,
The years cast a shell,
Causing an eventual bell.
Lest we live along,
Forgetting the years long,
Measuring seriously a small furlong ,
Forgetting the miles before long,
That at end will traduce a fallacious song.
Age runs s miles ahead,
Waiting for none to tread,
Marching ahead of the thread.
Racing away from the blood,
Deceiving everyone like a 
flood.
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