Old is gold, a very precious mine
Treasure within so shines in time
Every passing year, a pressed diamond
Worth to cherish what age doth recommend
A pillar strong, the strength of home
A binding courage to wander in Rome
A shield against all bolts from the blue
A canopy over a long standing queue
A useful rudder to steer the boat of life
A valued anchor when storms do rise
A decision in time to save us nine
A prized wisdom like warm sunshine
Old is gold, forever valued like old wine
Who so deserves our respect every time
Always a protective umbrella for you and me
Who ever guards us like a guardian angel for free.
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