Time has weathered this tired life
Skin starting to crease an ickle
may be I hear you not too clear
hairs in the corners turning grey
silver strands peeking out
From the edges of time so frayed and flayed
like an old portrait seeking sight
Of a roving eye – a connoisseur
but in all this I see this picture clear
embossed in the memories so frail
An image of mine a canvas plain
What have i become oh Dorian Gray
Skin starting to crease an ickle
may be I hear you not too clear
hairs in the corners turning grey
silver strands peeking out
From the edges of time so frayed and flayed
like an old portrait seeking sight
Of a roving eye – a connoisseur
but in all this I see this picture clear
embossed in the memories so frail
An image of mine a canvas plain
What have i become oh Dorian Gray
The body becomes frial overtime but, the mind and heart are like wine...age better with time...That's all you need to conquer your paradise :)
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