Young and old together.
The young don't imagine they'll ever grow old.
Do the old remember having those cherub faces and bright eyes, and being orbs of energy, themselves?
Monday, November 24, 2008
Spectrum
Today I chaperoned a field trip. The first-, second-, and third-graders sang to the residents of the retirement center they visited.
Young and old together.
The young don't imagine they'll ever grow old.
Do the old remember having those cherub faces and bright eyes, and being orbs of energy, themselves?
Young and old together.
The young don't imagine they'll ever grow old.
Do the old remember having those cherub faces and bright eyes, and being orbs of energy, themselves?
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