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As I grow old along with you,
Again I ask myself, what resembles age?
Befuddled eyes first close in sleep at night;
The lazy man's head remains uncombed at morning.
Some days I go out supported by my cane,
Some days I stay at home all day behind closed doors.
I am loathe to see my reflection
In the newly polished mirror,
Or to read books written in small characters.
I lean heavily on old friends,
Have little affinity with youth.
I only care for idle conversation.
If I see you, there'll be words in excess.
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