Ten years old – well that’s no age
Time ahead and plenty.
School takes time and suddenly
You find that you are twenty.
Well twenty’s fine, you work
You live it up, have fun-
Then turn around and wonder where the last ten years have gone
You’re thirty. Fine, still young and trim
You’ve made your choice and married
And birthday forty comes along
You get the feeling harried.
Time passes now on mean swift wings
The years, they fly like hours
Then suddenly you’re ten again
              -Only more wrinkled.

D.L. Hardy-Jesshope (1974)