Men at Forty
Men at
Learn to close
The doors to rooms they will not
Coming back to
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Men at
Learn to close
The doors to rooms they will not
Coming back to
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: