At twenty a man's a boy,
At forty not yet matured;
Come sixty, however,
He's charming and clever
And generally well insured.

His natural wit and grace
Grow greater at every stage;
What's more, in addition,
A man's disposition
Like liquor improves with age.

So gather no rosebuds, girls,
Pass over the fresh young blooms;
Just mind the old saying
That posies decaying
Contribute the best perfumes.

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