OLD AGE

Posing for photo I notice her hair grey

Frail and with wrinkles, I can barely recognize my companion of old.

Beautiful flowers and grand scene makes us delay

On a narrow path flanked by tall trees, wild fragrances are mild.

When young we roamed those hills without care;

Straining our steps, our old age is full of woe and despair.

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