Growing strong underneath the sky’s vast dome,

Aging, growing older, at a fast pace,

The months and weeks rush by,

Until wrinkles carve into your face.

Clouds pass slowly overhead,

Seconds fly by with every blink,

Many memories form in that time,

Faster than you may think.

Growing strong underneath the sky’s vast dome,

In my aging mind I think, oh my,

What a strange thing,

That Time passes by.