The old man

Old man, Old man

where are the springs of your youth ?

Where are the loveable teens opening

their legs to you

Like the flowers open their petals to the sun.

Do you remember what is to watch at your future and see:






Do you remember, old man, the breeze in your face

and your hair

dancing in the wind ?

Old man, old man

years made you wise, made you the eldest of your tribe

But who is searching your advice now,

old man, old man

You remember but the time will not return

the spring of your youth

is now a hump in your back.

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