Theres more life in the last breath of a dying soul
And true light, in their alpha rays of blazing eyes like meteors!
There's greater knowledge in the dying years
And wisdom, in the grey coloring of our hairs!
In every gift of life, the last
Is not the least noble
Honor that grey hair
as if it were black
There's a guiding light to navigate through the maze of youthhood, in those blind eyes!
Honor the pacing in years, cause in the brutal waves of life
Their words, like a lightning stride, will flash just as bright
To light up your pathway in this everlasting night!
©karel
K