Spread Love When You Grow Old!

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My child, when you grow older,

You will surely get to know,

That to find laughter around you,

You must first distribute smiles.

When you grow a little older,

And to others are a help,

You will then become the rose,

And the coloured, scented Spring,

And the sparkling, heady wine,

And the ripened fruit divine;

And the world to you, in love,

In delight, will ever turn.

When you reap the fruit of love,

You will love then distribute;

And your clothes shall then be sewn,

Of the cloth that you have spun.

When in love you are entwined,

You will ecstasy imbibe;

You shall waft upon the wind,

When you suffer and you sigh.

My child, you must grow older,

Yes, my child! You must grow old.