The Changing Face Of Man

Have you ever given a thought

To the man whose hand you sought,

Whenever your nerves were fraught

With stress and ambition, you were caught?

 It was he, who always taught

That all worries come to naught

If you face life with the thought

That nothing but happiness matters a lot.

The same man is now old and weary

His eyes are small and teary

He has to be wheeled on a chair

And if you do really care

You will not leave your father

In the old age home and not bother,

Give him respect, give him joy,

Love is all that he asks from his little boy.