The silver hair, a crown of glory found,
Yet eyes of youth deem frailty all they see,
A tragedy in hearts where grace is bound,
To miss the strength of age’s dignity.
From Moses’ staff to Sarah’s laugh in bloom,
The Word reveals God’s use of seasoned souls,
Through wrinkled hands, His wonders oft resume,
Their whispered prayers still mend what time unrolls.
What folly blinds us to the treasure hid,
In lines of life etched deep by faith and care?
For Proverbs calls their insight wisdom’s bid,
A lamp to guide where youth might blindly err.
Oh, mourn the loss when age is cast aside,
For in their light, God’s love is magnified.