Gravity
Pushes everything down
To the ground.
Some times I can feel it
Being very bold.
It's cold
When I'm told
Gravity has taken its
Hold
As I get old.
Everybody had a body of gold
And had a great mold
We all are surprised to find folds.
Our body now reminds us of
A tree with lots of knolds.
No wonder beauty products are sold.
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