Age Reflecting On Youth
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The old keenly remember when they were once young:
When time seemed ripe with endless possibilities;
When the angels were the guardians of the clouds;
When Love sang its lovely melodies just for them.
With age, they often have regrets for wasted moments;
Now that their green and golden days have turned to grey.
Despite all the wisdom amassed over the years,
The sweet glories of their prime will never return.
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