Age has not withered his sprightliness
Nor the weight of his wisdom
Slumped his square shoulders
Sorrows failed to bring any
Furrows to his brow
Ailments could not
Dampen his spirits
When you meet him, his piercing eyes
Will size you up before you speak
But don't be unnerved
His benevolent smile
Will surely cheer you up
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I would like to translate this poem
the wise have a smile that emits warmth...lovely tribute to your teacher...please read and rate my 'am not just a drop'