When I grow old one day, will anyone miss me somewhere? Will at least one person think of me? Or will I flip through the poetry collections alone? When my youth flies away, will the children fall in love with me again? When they handle everything on their own, will I want them to look like me? When loneliness overwhelms me, will anyone open the door? Will my daughter peek behind me? For a while...just to talk? Will anyone need me, when the years pile up without pity? Or for everyone I will be just...a stranger? Will I be a person who is happy as he has lived his life? Will my son love me again, and my hair...when it turns silver? Then I can't run with him, but my eyes will probably shine again! When I grow old one day, in what will I find beauty? Probably in the surrounding peace, and in the happiness full of children! And while we are still young, if we appreciate life with the little things, it will give us a bunch of prizes, namely---Love and Warmth!
