I look at my hands,
their backs an old man’s hands.
I look at my feet,
their toes an old man’s toes.
I look at my face,
its wrinkles show an old man’s face.
But,
I look in my mind,
its curiosity is a young man’s still.
I look at my hands,
their backs an old man’s hands.
I look at my feet,
their toes an old man’s toes.
I look at my face,
its wrinkles show an old man’s face.
But,
I look in my mind,
its curiosity is a young man’s still.
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