Second Childhood

The old man smiled to himself 

He played, played and was still playing

To his old wife, his second childhood 

Seemed painful, and also quite annoying. 

 

He jumped merrily, and

Gave his wife a childish smile.

Tears flowed over her cheek,

Seeing her dear husband turn senile. 

 

In the hall, he sat down 

And made a lot of mess

In the yard, watching him,

She cried over his helplessness. 

 

He, unknown with her moans,

Kept cherishing her everyday...

Until one day, she cried a lot

When his soul faded away.