Let old-age wisdom grew them
Elders wisdom
Cry me a river that overflows my pastures,
nourish my sprouts and cleanse it ...wipe away
unwanted ills ..the glory days now gone,
soft skin bottoms, pink-red foot soles hardened
trotting unassisted steadily ahead... all that 's
neatly finished in the pathway met a awesome faith...
No more puppy eyes, giggling playful times... its gone.
Now the world noticed them and so do they ... face to face
with reality, it struck them hard almost unawares...
No mummy near, no safety arms of daddy dear... its
life my loving child ...cross the bridge over troubled
waters armed with whispers, stern warning of days past,
it was free, not earned but for love.
Listen attentively its still there... you may feel yourself elevating
sometimes ... I am near lifting you over the rocky slopes .
Bare the fruit of our tears and hardship and find peace
within, prosper through tribulation and grow... spread
Live of the river cried for you, find strenght and nourishment
in it richness of wisdom.
We did our best for now....
Sometimes scary to see them grow up...
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