The eyes of my elders
Defiant and Bold
The eyes of my elders
hold secrets untold
The eyes of my elders
saw wonders and pain
The eyes of my elders
see spring in the rain
The eyes of my elders
have knowledge of stars
The eyes of my elders
are healing my scars
The eyes of my elders
saw friends to their graves
The eyes of my elders
sailed harrowing waves
The eyes of my elders
know babies by heart
The eyes of my elders
keep music and art
The eyes of my elders
the stories they tell
The eyes of my elders
are tolling the knell
The eyes of my elders
spread love all around
The eyes of my elders
now look at the ground
The eyes of my elders
are closing to sleep
The eyes of my elders
are now mine to keep
Beyond Panic 
A wonderful piece, Alfred. So much knowledge, these days, is lost in the mists of time as nobody communicates anymore. Such a tragedy.
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And the emphasis continues to focus on looking and feeling and acting younger. Dammit, I’ll be 56 in May, and I don’t care. I LIKE that I’ve lived to be this age; some of the people I grew up with did not.
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Indeed. We should be thankful for small mercies. Age is just a number anyway, you are as young as you want to be, I always say. I’m a 12yr old riding around in a 50yr old car thats seriously in need of an upgrade! 😂😂
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nice!
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