There was an old pen,

that fell to the floor,

it was dry of ink,

not able to write anymore.

There was an old man,

who sat on a chair,

not able to work anymore,

so lonely sitting there.

There was an old lady,

knitting socks for family,

she will knit these socks,

as long as she is able.

There is an old Bible,

laying open on the table,

being read everyday for wisdom,

and to keep them stable.


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