·
He lived a hundred years,
Wizened with time and age
Blessed with seven children;
Left with only younger friends and
relations
·
He lived to the fullest
His one life none other
Putting at the feet of his community
His entire active life
·
He lived his time
The last years, in fulsome joy
Bent by the elements
Unperturbed about the future
·
Then the centenarian failed to rise one
day
A smile on his wrinkled face raised
his right hand slowly
To bless all those in sight, the
Lord is with you
Because you have looked after me
·
It shall be well with you,
Because you have taken good care of
me
The way a child should his father,
in old age
Your children too shall look after
you in old age
·
You would grow old, older than I am
You’ll not go until bent by age
Like your father, you acquire
Also your own walking stick
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