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GROWING OLD....
Sitting at the Noisy end of the
cafe,
Head bent and newspaper in
front of him,
In the miserable banality of
old age,
An old man thinks how he
had grown old
His face is no longer fair
to see,
A tiny wrinkles here and
there,
Little by little his lives
grows...
cafe,
Head bent and newspaper in
front of him,
In the miserable banality of
old age,
An old man thinks how he
had grown old
His face is no longer fair
to see,
A tiny wrinkles here and
there,
Little by little his lives
grows...
