Past the maternal waterways the babe
Tumbles out onto the vast dusty earth
Nine months of placental pleasure departs
Security lost in the pain of birth
A year can pass and the mewling child grows
Hair on his head, his clown visage transforms
And now he is a boy! He has his snakes
Dinosaurs to play with, and ants, and worms
All in his mind, his imagination
He quits the breast, and shuns his infant toys
With his schoolmates. They learn to read and write
The freedom to traipse to school with the other boys
A year seems forever in a child's youth
He grows to a man, now a grumbling teen
A lover, a friend, with all the troubles
No longer from his old mother does wean
Still he cleaves to his mother's dear bosom
He weeps, loves, and laughs, his emotion high
And like father from whom the boy was sir'd
The best years of his life soon pass him by
The years pass quicker, he now sees time's flow
The years of his childhood depart and go

He is a man, a soldier, and a judge
Clawing his place in the sun for his life
Breaking his back as he is torn screaming
Into the world. From young love, a wife
The years fly by, the traumas of childhood
The juvenile tears, the infantile cries
And imagined toils of his young life
Father Time reaps all, and Father Time flies
Middle age sets in, his thick hair is lost
He has children himself, the cycle starts
Anew. Sickness, and death, and mortgages
Tear away with time through his soul and heart
His parents die, and his hair becomes grey
Slowly sinks to the evening of the brain
Joints pop, bones grow weary, white teeth decay
Straddling the border of sane and insane
Eighty years pass in less than a second
The mind past on, with soul and his body
Dying, dying, dead. For what is life but
A chink of light between eternities
Flesh rots, mountains crumble, and empires fall
For Father Time, in his time, conquers all