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About a man who is still recongnized for his brialliance even after his old body ages. |
| Abe, the son of Jonas, Grows old but ferments still In his chest a thunderous heart And an everlasting will And like the light That brightens autumn trees Abe's mind shines everstrong Neverchanging as the tiding seas But the autumn trees Grow dry and lose their leaves Hampered by the storms Their branches snap Their bark cracks and chips Becoming home to pests and worms Yet the sun shines brightly On the autumn trees now dying Just as Abe's mind shines unceasingly On his war waged body Then, on the north wind Winter claims its place The autumn trees are peacefully sleeping And Abe's being stiffens and crinkles odly. |