Silver crowns   shuffling canes
Hearing ears   wearing wisdom
Heart for serenading family.

Old people   bowed frames
Cured tongues   sure truth
Storied lives in padded chairs
Shallow is the scar from your hurt,
Deep is the drink of your love.

Old people   bearing fruit
Across the pain of life’s chisel,
Image is the gift of your God:
The singing of your worth,
The meaning of your being,
The glory of your gray,
The warmth of your ways.
Old people