“The Head of the Wise”

 

The head of the wise is crowned with gray

Though few will listen to what they say

 

There lives have blessed with many years

Still how they're treated can bring them tears

 

Then as the gray hairs turn to white

They loose their hearing and then their sight

 

Some say their cranky and though that is true

Still they need love from me and you

 

They need to know that someone cares

When all the world seems unawares

 

So visit them often to brighten their day

And add some years till they passway