Old time
Flowing back today
Thinking about the years
It seems gone so quickly
Old time
Sitting at the patio
Watching the black bee
Once I used to catch to play
Stick on its soft claw
Spreading its wings
As if ready to take flight
Old time of yesterday
Things may have changed
Innovations and improvements came
But old time never changes
I listen to the wind
Whirring its sound
Playing with the branches
The leaves waving hungrily
Here I sit and remember
Old time
The photographs of memories
Of the footprints lingering in the mind
It seems it never goes away
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