we will be old

rough walks

tough talks

blessing hands

symbolises grands

grand fathers

grand mothers

bond with traditions

but liquid hearts

touch their chords

with sweet words

enjoy in their wrinkled worlds

I will be old

you will be old

old will be times

times will fly

all the souls will wander in sky

let us be humble to them

share their joys

share the sorrows

to make

joyful our tomorrows!