Dec 14, 2010


Not guess a man’s age

By his face

Not remind him

The saddest part of his life

That might cause him weep

One can score a hundred year

And all luxuries he can reap

But still his life might not bear

The marks that was to him assigned

The charm of beauty exists no longer

When the age is much declined

The body perishes but soul remains

The time that one spends in prayer

Is the true life and all his gains.

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