It's been said I'm like whisky
Getting better with time
Age is only a number
Youths purly in mind
Time passes and flees
Speeds on without shame
But staying young
Is merely a game
A game I can play
A game I play well
The numbers might grow
But age isn't hell
Age is a priviledge
It grants us power
It gives us strength
And blooms like a flower
Unfolding with beauty
If taken with grace
Only beware
To take it with pace
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