Where does the time fly?Spring returns to the courtyard Even the old poplar’s looking well What a lifetime of tales This old grey head could tell Memories of bound feet And tiny mouths to feed Sacrifice and care and love That’s what a parent does Where does the time fly?Youth fades,too soon we’re old In tears and joy and family Our stories will be told Where does the time fly?Memory fades,the years pass by Poverty and care and time Etch our faces,line by line….
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