Grey you are,
as winter is to my spring,
this gulf of years,
that does separate us as beings
Yet among our peers,
you are the youngest it seems,
in thoughts, acts and vision,
you are most energetic I deem.
You are a paradox I glance,
old in age wise in experience,
yet young at heart,
and always fresh in idioms.
As a father you are,
to us all the saplings,
giving good guidance,
gracious words and gentle chidings.
With all your counted winnings
this is perhaps your most,
you are a man enriched,
by giving your heart is embossed.
As I trod upon my path,
I bid farewell, adieu,
I wish you all the best,
my one and buddy true.
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