Looking in the mirror my reflection shows the passage of time
Events of years gone by have taken their toll.
The marks and lines are like the chopped oak revealing its lines and age.
There is no control over time as we walk in unison towards the light
Its futile to try and catch it or claim it
It will be there on our journeys through the days ,months and years.
Like the band on the radio and its never ending beats
Pass through the minds and keep in time with the music
Still minutes add up to hours and hours spent together mean we can
see how the clocks of time have shown us what love really is.
In the end time can heal, can provide, can be generous,
So when it is, take advantage
Because none of us knows
when the sands of time will dry up.
Love the section describing the lines describing your face as chopped oak.