The old stands before next to young;
For the Sir to compare.
Why be with old he ponders and not to despair
The old her hair no longer shimmers or Glisten the light of sun.
Her eyes that once were soft and twinkle in moon light glow
Only shows age of harden, and dim light glaze.
Where young hair show a softness, and brightness
Along with her eyes, and smile.
The old, smile has faded with age,
As her teeth grow bad from years that have pass on.
Why hold the old one’s hands that is weather with time,
Her skin no longer soft and tender
As that of the young she stands beside.
The Old breast that was once perk with life,
Now lay like two dead cow utters,
The young’s is supple and perks at the touch of her Sir
Where at the old hangs lifeless.
The young her body moves simply and graceful
Where the old moves stiff, where arthritis has come to riddle her away
Her movements are slow, for the afflictions of age has come upon her,
The young she show her vital ness, her eagerness when the old has fail.
The young has heart that has yet be broken or cause of pain,
Where the old, her heart is like that of piece of wood from the petrified forest
Although less pretty to look at or to hold
So why be with the old, there are no reason here,
So let the young come forward and sit by my side
Let the old fine her own place
No longer desirable, no longer pleasurable.
No longer in happiest
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