The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water

 I heard the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.
'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.

I heard the old, old men say,
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.
'

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