Growing old together

The spirit is willing to do lots of interesting exploits, but the flesh is weak, unable to take on all the imagery of adventures.

In slow pace older men walk and bend,
Hung their heads limp as mysterious sage,
With drooping shoulders unable to stand,
The demands of a new climate change.

Growing old together has a heavy cross to bear,
We stop and stare but signs are still on the face,
Then shake worn hands with regimental care,
And continues on getting slower in the race.

By carrying crosses borne through the years,
Too heavy to find who will share the burden,
In solitude they lives find memories and fears,
On sublime crest made shelter from the rain,

The is spirit willing when we fall upon our knees,
Trying in stages to conquer the unpleasant storm,
They will come and we will go beneath the leaves,
That grows like lilies in this proud land.

The old man we know has a halo of lovely praise,
Who has quenched the breath taken unpredicted?
As a son and a father; and husband to wife of those,
They saw his deeds to celebrate without regret.

Together we grow humble laughing not as loud,
When we do hug the arms decide to move safe,
Around poles worlds apart from the new crowd,
To create joy in the growing years we inherit late.