A young boy went for a walk
On a sunny spring day
As he walked
He saw a man sitting by the bay
The man was lonely
And in need of company
So the boy chose to join him
Making the man as happy as can be
The man offered a handshake
In welcoming to the boy
Smiling,
For the boy had brought him much joy
The child asked the man
"Why is it you have wrinkles on your hand?"
A question the boy pondered
But failed to understand
The man replied "Wrinkles come with age"
But the boy said, "I'm never going to get old"
The man smiles and said "But son age is a gift
More precious than gold."
