A lady and a man,
One white one brown,
Both with hair white,
Companions in old age.

Sharing a stroller,
They make their way,
In the evening sunlight,
To a golden tree.

The old man,
And his long shaddow,
Sit down beneath it.

A smiling young lady,
In a dim, dark blue dress,
Enwrought with silver light,
Fluttering at the hems,
Walks past the old pair,
And the golden tree,
With gentle briskness.

Time goes by,
Youth whirls in and out,
Of the frame;

Eventually,
The old pair,
Inch
out
of
the
frame.

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Old Version

A lady and a man,
One white one brown,
Both with hair white,
Companions in old age.

Sharing a stroller,
They make their way,
In the evening sunlight,
To a golden tree.

The old man,
And his long shaddow,
Sit down beneath it.

A smiling young lady,
In a golden blue dress,
Fluttering at the hems,
Walks past the old pair,
And the golden tree,
With gentle briskness.

Time goes by,
Youths whirl in and out,
Of the frame;

Eventually,
The old pair,
Inch out of the frame,
Companions in old age.