Walk with me hand in hand
Into a dreamland of intent
Where wisdom abounds
Where knowledge looms
Infants grow into men groomed
Leaders of nations to bloom.
I am now old with graying hair
With lessened time at hand
Guide your still tiny steps
Cling on to my old arms bent
Until your limbs are strong
Armed against forces unknown.
Oh, my lovely grandchildren
HIS WISDOM must be learned
GODLY deeds from you I yearned
Unto HIS EYES merits earned
To be HIS child knowledge discerned
Virtues be learned, these am I concerned.
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