Grey hair can be dyed,
but wrinkles can't be wiped.
You'll walk more slowly,
And you'll grow old surely.
The mind might be sharp,
but the eyes lose their spark.
Eat, repeat, eat, repeat-mostly purely,
And you'll grow old surely.
Sleep will be rare,
loved ones may care.
But the body rots, essentially,
And you'll grow old surely
In the end, look at your grey hair,
accept as you are there.
With the blink of an eye,
You'll grow old surely.
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Author:
yellow moon (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 24th, 2026 16:52
- Category: Reflection
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