-- Frank C Yue
Gratefully it's an experience new
When your hair's white, sparse and few,
When your back's weak and sore,
When you're afraid you could fall.
When you can't remember why
In the next room you yourself find!
Gratefully, two loving hearts melded into one,
They toiled, played, laughed, cried in the Sun.
Like magic, the flowers bore fruits in the tree,
Then growing are more new trees
With little apples smiling in the breeze.
Half a century on, there are generations three.
Contented, the old couple continues carrying on.
They'd love to see where Life's evening song
Would lead them,
How it would cleanse them,
Purify them
For the holy New Dawn.
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