When A Grandpa Holds His Grandson

There is a truth we don't think about when we're young I guess it's too easy to ignore… how youth will win some early battles in life… but age will win the war. It's inherent in our destiny…because every night we turn a page and youth, felt only moments ago, cedes another day to age. Because life is a constant struggle between age and youth…until… age proves itself triumphant…as age forever will. But there are moments as we grow older…we never know where or when… That age consents to step aside and allow youth to return again… Moments that seem to slow down in a life that can often blur… Moments when youth revisits to remind us who we were… Like when a Grandpa holds his grandson…even for a little while and we see a gleam in Grandpa's eyes and youth in Grandpa's smile. It's as if in that one moment…from when that moment first began.. The youth, inherent in the child, is transmitted to the man… Yes, if growing old is our destiny…isn't it nice to know this truth… That age at times can be magnanimous and cede a moment back to youth.