What seems to grow fairer
To me as life goes by
Is the love and tenderness of it .
Oh the laughter of children
And oh yes the grandchildren's
Laughter yet so loud so joyfully .
The friendship of friends
And the easy talk outside
Under the stars
And the sight of flowers
In the afternoon
And the sound of music
All around .
What do you see
what do you hear
Oh first go outside
Before you get to old !
By Brock
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