Our Seasons Pass Quickly Poem by Francis Duggan

Three score and ten years the average human life span
On average a few more years for a woman than for a man
Our Seasons pass quickly until our last Fall
In reality seventy years does not seem long at all
The years seem to fly we soon do grow old
The former Rose of the town no longer lovely to behold
With blond hair dye and makeup she tries to cloak the wear of time
Some three decades ago she was in her life's prime
But cosmetics and hair dyes are not fool proof as everyone know
The years on the finest eventually does show
The clock on our lives ever ticking away
And every day we live is one day nearer to our life's final day
And despite hair dyes and makeup time has become the foe
Of the Rose of the town thirty Summer's ago.