Time
There is something graceful about old age,
The lines that valley through the skin
When a cheerful grin is formed
Like the turning of a page
You will see the image change
With every passing year,
Something forms that does endear
A natural beauty is enhanced
But not always glanced above the surface
But deep below
An inner glow
That burns and yearns for its release
As the old become content, so tranquil and at peace
They request respect an honour they deserve
And as the younger generation that right we must observe
For one day soon, every one will take their place,
Share the natural grace of age,
While they close the book
We will turn the page
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