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.
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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