There is something graceful about old age,

The lines that valley through the skin

When a cheerful grin is formed

Like the turning of a page

You will see the image change

With every passing year,

Something forms that does endear

A natural beauty is enhanced

But not always glanced above the surface

But deep below

An inner glow

That burns and yearns for its release

As the old become content, so tranquil and at peace

They request respect an honour they deserve

And as the younger generation that right we must observe

For one day soon, every one will take their place,

Share the natural grace of age,   

While they close the book

We will turn the page