Once I met an old man walking
Lazily down the street;
A big stick he held in hand;
On which from time to time he leaned;
I shouted a courteous greeting,
Respecting his grey hair.
In our conversation, I asked about his plans;
Curious to know what the old man had in mind;
He told me his time was near
And he had no reason to make new plans;
As I left him, I pondered on his words.
Then as I took a few steps;
I met an older man humming a song;
He was jubilant and so full of life;
I asked him what he was up to.
He looked at me with shiny eyes;
And I could see he was so full of hope
Despite his advanced age;
Much older than my first friend.
He told me he was on his way to the garden.
He had some seeds to plant;
Seeing the look on my face, he explained;
“In twenty years they’ll bear fruit;
And my great grand children
Will savor them.”
That set my mind working again;
How we can be so different
The way we look at life.
Some live in hope to the end;
Some easily despair.
Never hesitate to plant another seed;
Keep on planting till God calls you home.