Thou still swing in palms of others
And cease not to wee wee on backs of mothers
With endless tears when on shoulders of fathers
Enjoying the freedom before your hair turns Gray
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A Lovely and well articulated piece of poetry. The sagacity of old age is indeed a blessing. Thanks for sharing.