Remember,
the two arms that took your hold
care them now as they grow old.
Caring and cuddling were the hands they had
That made you feel comfortable and glad.
Remember,
the two arms that took your hold
care them now as they grow old.
They say childhood is the golden time
that brings joy and fun
And take pleasure of all your acts
Things done and undone.
Remember,
the two arms that took your hold
care them now as they grow old.
Silver hairs all speak, the experience, strong or weak
who aint anytime to us bleak and whose support at times we seek.
Remember,
the two arms that took your hold
care them now as they grow old
Give them time as things to you go unfold
And before they turn our lives bitter cold
Go, reach for it and take a bold hold...
For their affection is worth nothing in this world.
Laya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice! .. thought provoking!