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As the hair grays, it browns the brain But this is a gift that shouldn't be frowned away Age might make a man frail But certainly, it is a wisdom pail! Forgetfulness sets in Sometimes, nothing is certain As you're headed towards drawing the curtain Reality more often beckons At this point, strength comes from within The mind steady plays to a rhythm The heart steady thumps a beating Knowledge is vivid although the body beaten It is a marvel, the Grace of gray It is a cup, like the Holy Grail Everyone longs... for a taste, they pray But few do have a drink these days In truth, the wise is woken... To a reality where vows are spoken and bound to be broken Where eyes are closed but minds are opened... To an understanding that death is sober and life's an opium!
