The journey in front of me is very small
Beside what I have put behind.
Through high and sloppy valley,
I have learnt to walk with storms and adversity .
Why should I worry about sleep?
My eyes have seen evil and have spent
Time sleeping like koalas,
My eyes have never escaped night's thaumaturgy;
You tell me to take a rest.
In my morning, my skin is weather's friend
Charming and cute was I to every man,
In my noon, my story was similar to Ajayi's panegyric,
Now see my evening, my skin is frailty,
No lady check on me.
I run as fast as cheetah,
My vision as clear as eagle's,
Even my strength is immeasurable,
Old age took all and gave me white hair.
Whenever I sit for any length of time,
I have to practice again to walk like a baby.
When my strength is vast,
I cultivated my garden for healthy fruit.
My Mistress begs for my quick seminal fluid,
Even concubines plead for my full service,
But Thanks to gray hair I preformed like five seconds artiste.
Now that my hair is white,
My upright is faulty,
And I act like worm,
I wish him safe journey,
When he comes I would entertain him
With my pathetic ordeal.
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