To the old gentleman in evening walks
The footsteps sometimes misses the earth
Where his friend helps him to withstand
The friend he loved in years
The friend he opted for friendship in belief
There it serves him in day and night
In night the friend stands in corner
Watching the man to his convenience and call
In days the friend a part of life
The good dog frightened the friend
Now think about the friend the old man opted
It is a walking stick in service to the man
A perfect friend like a walking stick
Ever ready to give a balance to friend in need./
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