Bangles of Blessing

Fifty years of colors on the river's edge

Green of spring and gold of a sacred pledge

Today I lay them out under the morning sun

My last day of trading,

my long journey done

She walks up with hope in her eyes

A bride-to-be beneath the temple skies

Wear the green, wear the gold,

let the red shine bright Your smile is my legacy in the

morning light

Fifty years of beauty in a circle of glass

My colors will stay though the seasons pass

I slide them on her wrist,

a perfect fit

As the ghats of Varanasi

start to get lit

She looks in the mirror and she begins to glow

Now this old heart is ready to go

Wear the green, wear the gold,

let the red shine bright

Your smile is my legacy in the morning light Fifty years of

beauty in a circle of glass My colors will stay though the

seasons pass (yeah, they'll stay forever!)