How pleasant it must be
To grow old and white haired.
To watch the fresh generations,
So young and unprepared.
And smile as they fiddle around
In the first part of their life.
To watch all mankind
In its new lows and new highs.
To find peace in that
You've done all you need do,
You've said what there is to say.
And even if death do you part
Heaven provides another day
-pangun
This is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks :) keep reading!
ReplyDelete"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come."
ReplyDeleteBut, after 50 winters... there are creaky knees.
There is the joy on seeing a child discover the world, but also the sadness of seeming blind stumblings and fall after fall after fall, so who never rise.