Young maiden with a beautiful face
Living life full of countless praise
When old age blows hard from the East
Will you still be seen as beauty or beast?.
I have seen green, turning to brown
And I have seen, smiles turn to frown.
When old age brings in the heat
Will you still be dancing on both feet?.
Spare me a moment please
Now you're in your youthful bliss
For I have seen colours, fading away
And honours, sometimes, taken away.
When old age plays the drum 🥁
Will you still be seen rocking on and on.
©p..a..m
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