Wrinkles speak of ageless wisdom,
Tales untold, perhaps yesterdays
Not known by today's youth.
Is there really an old?
Or is it only timeless memory
In the eyes of our elderly?
Our restless, reckless children
Need the elderly peoples' wisdom,
So all the tomorrows of those
Young curious, eager minds
Will understand yesterday never dies.
I know there is no old...
Only a continuous circle of gold.
