What we feared has come to pass
And we see ourselves in the looking glass
When the hand that led us shakes a while
When wrinkles crowd that beloved smile
When steps falter which were so strong
When eyes cloud which said we belong
When the heart murmurs more than we care
When thoughts are slow and sighs declare
What we denied, we now behold
Our dear parents have grown so old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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