Sincerely Serve
Take good care of the trees,
that have come of age;
they provided you a cool shade,
on a scorchy summer day;
they offered you their sweet fruit to eat,
when they were young.
Lest you should be counted as ungrateful.
Nothing is permanent:
all are subject to decay and death,
be it a saint or a sinner.
You must serve and care
those who are no more useful to
you-
who can't provide a shelter or a support to you.
Mykoul
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