It is a sad day when age imputes no wisdom,
When beauty fades through grasping hands,
Ever did vanity chase the wind,
The wretched soul words of affirmation,
Understanding was better than experience,
The heart the center of loveliness,
Compliments come and go,
Worthless were words from fools,
Weavers of days will spin them no less,
A few moments of reflection will bless,
From within wells the spring of hope,
Spend well these seconds so spent.
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