Be quiet now rest your heart and soul,
your dream will never be fulfilled, let it go now,
walk in the garden of elderliness
your journey was the quest and there was
No goal to reach, neither laurel nor applause,
just you plow through the ocean of life.
and that is enough for any man.
Rest now old man wake up early, see the sunrise
while walking barefoot on summer grass.
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