An Ode To Age
AN ODE TO AGE
Where are hairs that are grey?
Age has now become a prey
Respect washed home away
Age can never be a number
If so wisdom is a title
Age wake up and let’s have a history
Wisdom prepares a banquet not for kids
For the strong and those willed
Wisdom comes with grey
Maturity is not but a twin of wisdom
Age is not maturity; maturity is age
A child can be old; old can never be a child
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