On Monday last week I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. We called him Lior and here is a little poem for him. I’ve always loved those words and wanted to share them with everyone x
When we are young, age has no meaning.
I never gave it a second thought
Until one day along came this old man
And this is what he said to me:
I know what it is to be young
But you don’t know what it is to be old
Someday you’ll be saying the same thing
Time ticks away, so the story is told.
I’ve asked so many questions
Of the wise men I met
Couldn’t find all the answers
No one has, as yet.
There will be days to remember
Full of laughter and tears
After summer comes winter
And so go the years.
So my friend let’s make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time, when your young days are over
There’ll be someone sharing their time with you.
“I know what it is to be young (but you don’t know what it is to be old)” as sung by Orson Wells.