When I look in the mirror
My hair is black
(so who is this
gray haired man).
When I peek in a glass
I am sleek and trim
(so who is this
fat old man).
Youth, they say,
Is wasted on the young
And the young has
Much to waste and spare.
First time a tooth
Fell out during brushing
I wept
From the simple fact
that it insulted
whatever slim integrity
I had left.
Age is wasted
On the old,
Like a withered rose
Covered by frost.
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