Don’t think that I am just a spent out force
Having nothing worthwhile left within me.
My life might have taken an ageing course.
Age can’t cut a giant to a pigmy.
My hands may shake and my legs may totter.
I may be toothless, my grasp may be weak.
You may think that aimlessly I loiter
Silently as I have nothing to speak.
Rest assured, I observe all that’s around
With eyes and mind sharp like that of an owl.
In my wisdom, I don’t want to confound
Others by pointing out that things are foul.
My friend, the old may be old in body.
But stout remains their mental rhapsody.
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