Nelson Mandela, an old man,
When he walked from the prison walls,
That held him for three decades span,
In silence sending strongest calls,
That though his body was not free,
His spirit moved in soaring grace.
So that when the time came to be,
The world saw more than aged face.
He brought forth purpose from the past,
To give the future hope so true
Of a better life that could last
For generations to renew.
Walked from yesterdays of sorrow
Toward promises of tomorrow.
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