Silver crowns   shuffling canes
Hearing ears   wearing wisdom
Swift is the stream of your joy,
Deep is the drink of your love.

Old people   bowed frames
Cured tongues   sure truth
Storied lives in padded chairs
Courting time, counting space
Even your critics rise to your entry.

Grey, bearing fruit
Across the pain of life’s chisel,
Becoming the good gift of God with:
The singing of the world's worth,
Declaring the meaning of the earth's being
Living the glory of the grey,