A/N Hey! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I meant to write a glorious story but I don't think I'm quite there yet. I wrote this poem on a whim to get me started into the world of fanfiction and I would love feedback. I hope to write a lot more about Doctor Who in the future, hopefully better than this one :) Thanks!
~ACuriousCase
Dear old man with the brand new face
How can you continue on this endless race
With a new point of view and your timeless regret
You can try to escape but you cannot forget
You look to the dead, all reflections of you
And you realize that someday you'll be there too
You may feel like an echo of your glorious past
Not worth the time, not meant to last
But dear old man with the brand new face
Eyes so full of sorrow and so full of disgrace
This isn't the end, there is so much to do
People needing some hope, all hoping for you
Now jump back in your box with your wonderful schemes
And run off through the stars to the land of dreams
Now remember old man, this isn't the end
There is always a way and there is always a friend
And goodbye my old man, you will do so much
All the lives you will save, all the hearts you will touch
And every once in a while, look back to the past
But til' then dear old man, it's the future at last