When the Old and the New Meet 

When old world meets
The very young world
It sees the joy in
Untouched eyes
Eyes that are yet to
See any fear
Seen just warmth
And lots of love
It’s pure as water
From falling rain
Clear as waters from
The mountain springs
The Old sees this
And many more things
In eyes of the welcoming
Innocent being
And realises finally
It’s time is done
And it may have to
Leave this world
But not sadness
With joy it will leave
Joy that innocence
Is born again.