Two gray heads bowed in tears,
Above hung memories of wasted years,
For once they were young with the blessings of health.
They sought not happiness, righteousness nor wealth,
But now they jog along to end of life’s rope,
The end is not far, just o’er the slope.
Their lives must be studied
With their heads bloomed gray
To direct souls
Along life’s sweeter way.
’Twill teach you their sorrow
Each day ’twill bring
The joy that’s in our lives
’Twill loudly ring.
But if heads are hard
And holds within
The things you crave
Be worldly sins
We’ll go down to a joyless end,
Leaving sorrow to have its sway,
We’ll be like those two
I saw the other day.