The Old Gardener
The old gardener waits
For little angels
To play joyfully
In his garden.
The garden he made for them,
To see their faces brighten
And their hearts filled with joy.
Be kind to him,
Treat his heart with care,
For as time moves on
You may one day be
A gardener like him.
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