Brown faced, deep dark eyes,
Long beards they look like spies!
But watch that smile, a toothless grin,
You cannot help being drawn to what’s within.
Their hair so dark for half their life,
Then early to grey, harsh living filled with strife.
All furrows and lines we expect with age,
In their book comes quickly, just turn a page.
Their work is hard, no shortcuts to ease the day,
Resting only for prayer, there is no play.
Resourceful chameleons achieving all they can,
Inside every man - a proud Afghan.
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