You may search my time-worn face, You’ll find a merry eye that twinkles. I am not an old lady Just a little girl with wrinkles!
You may search my time-worn face, You’ll find a merry eye that twinkles. I am not an old lady Just a little girl with wrinkles!
To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.
This is serious: some of the things that are supposed to last the rest of my life are already wearing out.
