One day, an old and aged man, was walking on the road;
His pace was slow, his head bent low, and his face with many wrinkles
glowed.
His hair was silver, and his beard; torn and rugged, his clothes were weird
For he was an old forgotten tramp, who spread his bed by the village lamp.
And then some wild unruly kids, decided they would taunt and tease “old
gramps”
So they took some stones and old tin cans, and threw them at the aged man.
They called him names they grabbed his stuff, mocked him and treated
him rough;
But grandpa was a wise old man, he stood his ground, never ran,
He called the children to his side, and close beside him made them bide.
He told them stories of old adventures, made them playthings, pretty toys.
And soon the children gazed in wonder as he entertained the girls and boys.
One moment he was a clown in a circus, next, a cowboy riding his horses,
Again a magician with hat and wand, the children gazed and were
enthralled!
A lifetime of knowledge he did possess, he fought in the wars he did
confess,
Many children he’d begotten, but where they’d gone he’d clean forgotten.
The children felt sad for the fine old man, and they hung their heads in
shame , They brought him food, clothes and goods, “we’re sorry we treated
you with such disdain!”
“We’re sorry we mocked you grandpa, we didn’t realize your worth,
We appreciate and love you, you’re a model so prized in the land of our
birth!”
You may be weak and wrinkled, you may be homeless and old, but by your
experience and wisdom, you are worth a ton of gold!”
“You must respect old people” the old sage did reply, “If you love us, then
we love you” he said, with a toothless smile, and a twinkle in his eye!