once he blossomed like a flower
Stood erect like a tower.
Such a man of magnificence and grace
Living life at a gentle pace.
The yester years today he mourns
Memories remain of what has gone.
Swept away by the waves of time
Leaving behind a withered mind.
What he was once, does not matter now
The present has meaning, it can't be left out.
His eyes are crying for the time and care
Bitterness has reached every cell and sphere.
His hair turned grey and teeth all gone
skin is wrinkled and clothes torn.
His deeds are not as great as ever
The kids he taught are now so clever.
Walking stick is his only friend
With it he has his life to spend.
The helpless looks that he bears
Pleads for help, love and care.
Stood erect like a tower.
Such a man of magnificence and grace
Living life at a gentle pace.
The yester years today he mourns
Memories remain of what has gone.
Swept away by the waves of time
Leaving behind a withered mind.
What he was once, does not matter now
The present has meaning, it can't be left out.
His eyes are crying for the time and care
Bitterness has reached every cell and sphere.
His hair turned grey and teeth all gone
skin is wrinkled and clothes torn.
His deeds are not as great as ever
The kids he taught are now so clever.
Walking stick is his only friend
With it he has his life to spend.
The helpless looks that he bears
Pleads for help, love and care.
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