Seventy-Two and Two

Both asleep in the same deep chair "Seventy-two" with silver hair And "Two" with head like purest gold Nestled there on a shoulder, old Perhaps as we may measure years But young in courage, no sad tears! "Seventy-two" whose heart is light In spite of a long and tedious fight.

Tell him your secret, Grandpa dear! Could you give him a rule for fear? Or touch with magic his long road At its beginning? That abode Where you have found along the way A valiant song for every day That keeps you calm amid the strife Ah! help him to make friends with Life!