Time To Honour
Hold on to the elderly
And never let them go
Like morning dew on an open flower
Their sparkle becomes a glow.
And it will never fade
If honoured when we touch
Their light will simply pass
And live to glow in us.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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