Father Time:

Oh Father Time
Please slow your feet,
Pull up a chair
And have a seat.

Don't let your fame
Burn yourself out,
For all over the World
You're still talked about.

With each passing second
Your new age is read,
Though you're getting older
At least your not dead.

Oh Father Time
Just how does it feel,
To always keep moving
And never sit still.

With no place to go
Nor rush to get there,
I have not a clue
Why we even do care.

With so little of you
But so much to do,
I guess that's the reason
We're worried about you.