Eight-line Poems

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Yes, Father Time will tell,
with another grey hair
and a wrinkle there,
while the ankles swell.

We lose our smell
and are no longer fair
and we forget where.
Don’t tell, Time, don’t tell.


Line count: 8
What I call “sandwich rhyme” - abba abba
For Express It In Eight, 07.22.21
Prompt: Time will tell.