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New years eve approaches
and Old Father Time
wanders through the home of his house
the dust amassed over each bit of furniture
Memories scattered throughout every room
Magical Moments, Sorrow and Joy
Memories of Colours he’d seen as a boy
and looking in the mirror
he counts each white brow
remembering he looked more younger than now
So dressed in his best, for one more last time
He waits for the last bells of this year to chime
But a question for the wardrobe
as the sand flows away
Where did that other sock of mine go to play?
An Odd one for every one of those years
but will any of them will ever reappear?
A Tale of Time – and Old Socks
The Inkwell 