Shakespeare’s Old!
Hallelujah! When do we Live when we only think of living? Sleep? Thinking about peace! Eat? Thinking and not contemplate our deeds; Amassing? Not considering other’s needs! Life’s encumber has lost its charm; Welcoming darkness with open arm, Those soothsayers armed with conclusions, Distributing happiness and seclusion…
The child is now grown up; He has seen the world, The old man though feeble is bold; The child now unpacked in the factory and sold, These are my days and this is what I am told; There is a hammer behind every gold…
Shakespeare’s Old!