Let the old die young
When the birds have sung
And let their hearts go
To places sorrow doesn’t know
Where they can truly feel joy
And not as life’s big toy
But the true feeling we all receive
Then soon after must leave
And to the heavens they go
Kiss the sky and view the halo
this is a beautiful and a touching poem.
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