What More

what more can an aged wish for than giggling grand kids whispering overhead hiding here,or seeking there adding a little more warmth,to the warming hearth children,o,offspring is the tears of joy that can only console the sagging earth fullfilled by the fire place,nodding gently and silently,over the look in youths eyes what more joy can a beach bring to an aged eye ,that has seen it all than playful crumbling sand castles built by imature palms,ha,it must always fall to a smiling aged,with tearful chuckles youth,yes ,but first the pre-existense of freeier flow of nervy ripples the eye weep,but it weeps sorrows no more