If you beat the odds and your own stupidity
You will look in the mirror someday
And see crows feet
Small circles around your eyes
That is when you begin to realize there is no infinity
Everybody eventually stares at the grey
Nature is rarely indiscreet
The wrinkles are hard to disguise
The best we can hope for is accepting the reality
Of our youth gracefully fading away
On shuffling sore feet
Time to revel in being worldly and wise
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