Old Age
Of age she becomes now
Old and weak she appears
Grey has her hair grown
Shrunk and dwindled she turns
Fallen are the boobs of hers
Broken are the teethes but two
Day and night on the couch she sits
When I was young she would say
My beauty, infallible and irresistible
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