Skin full of wrinkles, hair full of grey.
Age fifty two, in heart twenty five.
With shades of color, they hide the grey.
Although married, they do betray.
What they want is, strong in flesh.
A little witty, and something fresh.
Gifts, food and toys to make them love.
Sometimes money, just to keep them stick.
In worldly fun, they forget to pray.
I feel so sorry, coz they are prey.
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