For the old comfort the young, nd so shall it return as the young return the favor, age and sage blend to one of age and youth

A tired old man stopped

read the sign and smiled

his mind cried

she was his joy, older than most

she eased his old body back into bed





Little child sing me a song

all my life has been spent

dreaming of you in the mist of a lullaby



I remember rocking you as a babe



Little child we dream of a palace

that is pain free and we walk

in the flowers and smell aroma of rest



Your smile would lighten up the room



Little child hold my hand just for a while

guide me back to the comfort of my youth

let me live through your eyes in the gift of free



Special comfort you brought as we rocked



She tucked him in and sang soft, Brahms lullaby

tears filled old eyes as sleep took him there

no place is empty if the sign reads, we care