When your teeth decay you cannot grow new ones, (unless you see a dentist), When your hair falls out you cannot plant it again, (unless you see a specialist), I get up at dawn and look at myself in the mirror, My face is wrinkled, my hair Is gray, ( time to use the color bottle again), I am not consumed with pity For years that have gone with spilt water. It can't be helprd I take a cup of wine and Turn to the bookcase once more, Back thru the centuries I visit , SHAKESPEAR, CHAUCER, YEATS, LONGFELLOW TWAIN, that famous rowdy, Across three thousand years I Can see them plainly. What does it matter:; My flesh like theirs , wears away with time.
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