I see them old and gray
yet their spirits still soar
their bodies may be weka
yet the soul remains strong.
The laughing eyes of youth
may be hidden in the clouds
of whitened hair and aching joints
yet the joy remains.
The facade may be curled
with age and many cares
yet their spirits are unfurled
like flags joyful in the air.
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