When I looks on the mirror
After a morning bath to comb the hair
I see the wrinkles slowly appearing
On my face, remembering the age
I know I can't retard the happening
I still in my perfect health and enjoyment
And not supposed to retire from life
Life, the beautiful experience always
Mixed reactions of love and hate
Happy, enjoyment as well as sadness
Ever it is an experience as long as existence
Life, the great word for living beings.
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