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
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