How do you know a man's age?
Is it the years he has seen the world?
Is it the number of people he has loved?
Or by the names he had been called?
Is it the things he has destroyed?
Or the things that he has made?
Is it the times his lips have curved?
Or the tears that he has shed?
Is it the burdens he had carried?
Of other's and of his own?
Is it the homes that he has lived in?
Or the places he has known?
Is it the lines around his eyes?
Or the pounds that he had gained?
Or the times he had been blinded by sunlight?
Or the times he danced in the rain?
For we all get old in nature's due course.
We all get old under the blinding sun.
Its the lives that you've changed that counts,
By the wonders you have done..
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PoetryStupidoscope is a collection of my weirdly stupid poems. They are written with no thoughts whatsoever. If you still like them. Let me know. And if you don't then please please definitely let me know.
