My Sight Astounds Me
I catch a glimpse at the mirror,
And my sight astounds me
Back in those days the sun rises with me
And leaves me to take her place at dusk
Gone is my smooth and creaseless skin
And my catching and charming face
That sways all and sundry
Like dewdrops
Gone is my beardless beautiful face
That innocently radiates with warm smiles
Time and toil has played its tricks
And has suddenly caught up with me
Gone is my hairy scalp
That curly shone with no hoary strand
Now they fear to stay on my head
Receding like fearful soldiers
Gone is my built-up vigor and might
That bares me up and down the aisle
Restless was I ...combing all nooks
Clutching all I could with ease
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