He was upset and weary
With first wrinkle on face
Now more will follow soon
And the mirror will ridicule...
He was depressed and sad
Till one day realization came
It's a phase of the life cycle
Growing thus is so graceful.
In this wonderful universe
What someone needs to care
To avoid wrinkles if one can
On his or her heart and soul.
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