167. Spend smiles less, keep for old age,

SONNET 167

By JH Sayyar
Spend smiles less, keep for old age,
None gives you this precious gift,
Your smile’s lock in the years’ cage,
You feel its worth; when you drift.
Ask the mirror where goes the smile
Bounds the heart leaves you forever,
None is ready to kiss; awaits awhile,
Your false pride, time waves devour.
O My Fair! In old age you realize!
In the vision self a pretty scarecrow,
Attract the kids with the hollow eyes,
Youth love lays in the wrinkles I trow.

Each wrinkle tells; a tale on the face,
Time writes it to enhance the grace!

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