Getting Old

When people my age get old, 

They suddenly remember things they were told.

I suppose it is the same, with the young today-

Suddenly they'll find themselves feeling the same way.

We try to protect them from things they don't know,

We are sure that with age, old,they may one day grow.

We sure hope they do, but nothing much is new... 

Our children are always seen, as if they are little, as we watched, they grew.

We look at them as babes, remembering the day we brought them home.

Now we are old, and think often of that day, now that we are all alone.