There are no wrinkles
Yet life seemed to be wrung
Throwing constant puzzles
Still looking young
Then those coy dimples
Now the blemishes sprung
Hardships and the spine crumbles
Fading shine yet highly strung
Amidst gambles, garbles and giggles
Standing high and among
Classy and choicest essentials
A pale and jaded head hung
Drenched under the life’s wail
Only to dry under the summer rain

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