Pages of the calendar

I’m flicking through the albums
Looking at the photographs
Brings back so many memories
Brings back a broad smile

Pictures depicting good moments
Depicting a happy past
Everything was so easy
So careless and so relaxed

And I wonder
Am I getting older
Can’t help turning over
Pages of the calendar

And the seasons go so
Quick after the other
That I can’t avoid feeling horror
You know that time waits for no one

I’m watching old T.V. programs
They bury me in the past
It is as if they brought the
Hands of watches back

Sometimes I think I’m slightly
Haunted by the past
Maybe it’s something usual
But I’m afraid to ask

And I wonder
Am I getting older
Can’t help turning over
Pages of the calendar

And the seasons go so
Quick after the other
That I can’t avoid feeling horror
You know that time waits for no one