There you sit
With your eyes shining
Like tranquil lakes by moonlight.
I see you smile
As it glides past softening
The leathery disguise so tight.
I see the gray hairs
That should be mine
Descending fast though far too few
I know that
Inside that smooth bulge
Is light and happiness in view
For there was
A time past
When we knew no better
Greem grass
Explodes youth
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