May 19, 2010
They help us with their wisdom;

Always loving you when you come

They have wrinkles like an old shirt;

And they tell you stories of their youth

They teach you what they know;

And they are old warriors, cheating sorrow

And when they leave us and go to heaven,

I can’t wait to see them again

For when I do, I can be with them once again

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