Old age is,
poured experience,
a fragile vessel,
which no one dares to touch.
Old age is a lot to know, tolerance in young people's stupidity, tacit knowledge is an old father, as well as within the granny, notes, asking only configurations of wisdom, until I die or I wake up the dead.
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Old age it has its own positiveness to the world through their experience, guidance and attention. A beautiful poem.
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