Ageing
Age is what I don't like
If grown out of size
Wear glass; your teeth false
Carry cane when you walk
Such an age I don't like.
I pray to lone God:
'Long before take me out.'
Imagine glasses taken and
In its search you are lost…
The same is rest of life.
I hate age
If grown out of size…
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