Old Age

Beauty in the gray head bitten by time effortless it comes changing the body gray and very aged limbs becomes feeble eyes are myopic strength eludes and feeling musty obsessed with the idea of rejuvenation the old prays to be young the young prays for old age life have it own way old age is a gift

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Lizzie Treetop

Date: 11/22/2011 2:01:00 PM

Fair dinkum mate you hit it on the nail!

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 9/19/2011 11:05:00 PM

I guess it is a gift if we get there and here I am, wish it didn't do so much damage Matt, you understand. Yes I could do with some rejuvenating! :)

Mathias Yakubu
Date: 9/20/2011 2:37:00 AM

I understand Lizy, but its beta to b damage by age than to die prematurely. Get old stay young! (smile)