I met an elderly man
Down a gully road,
Last night,
Adorned in wisdom and knowledge.
He hits with a glance,
Betwixt my eyes.
I pulled a right
But to my amazement
He pulled back;
Guess,
This man,
Too busy to die.
A peculiar aura,
Around him,
Stretches the air tight.
What is it,
About this man,
That make
Even the stars smile?
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