Beneath the Surface

When you look at me you see an old man's face.
But there's more time and years cannot erase.

Wrinkles don't replace my ability to dream.
I've learned life's lessons well, or so it seems.

My hair isn't as full as it has been,
but I sitll have faith; I still love, and still sin.

Allow yourself to see past my tired eyes;
not all old men are fools, some are even wise.

Close your eyes, take a breath, listen to my voice.
Aging is the way of creation, it isn't a choice.

Please take my hand for a minute; let me share.
Remind me 'fore my time is through, that someone cares.

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