my race with time

wouldnt you just love it
if like peter pan
you stayed the child you are
not from boy to man
people would be so jealous
that you could run and play
and make up silly stories
all throughout the day
but lifes not like that
not all games and fun
you have to grow up sometime
so you can look up to the sun
and whisper to the heavens
time has run its race
its stepped up to the challenge
and i cant keep the pace
im turning in my energy
and my days of play
for arms and legs of steel
and hair that will turn gray
my life will end so quickly
my soul pour out like rain
i wonder why we have to grow up
as i look away from the sky
i see the face of my one true love
and i no longer wonder why





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