The tic the toc of a very old clock hanging on the wall
Precarious it sits there but seldom does it fall
Words in your head saying yes and then no
Just getting comfortable then having to go
Cloud like a clipper sailing the sea
Small drops of rain soon to settle on me
Day after day that leads always to night
Saying you won\'t when you know that you might
Faint lines of age on a sun browned face
Dusting the shelf with its things all in place
cry when alone always fooled by a smile
Walking for yards when it feels like a mile
Lie in the bed close your eyes tight
Wishing for sleep and dreams through the night
Look in the mirror just what do you see
The limits of age locked up with a key
Yes the limits of age locked up with a key