We.........
Gazing back into the distorted mirror of Time,
Glimpsing hazy reflections, muddled by prejudices,
Noting with paternalistic concern the rapid pace of events
And condoning the folly of youth,

Remorse, diluted with sagacity of experience,
Begrudging others waste of opportunity,
(Forgetting the many hours of idle chatter
And happy play with the baubles of yesteryear).

Desirous of the pursuit of progress
And. the seduction of that fickle mistress, Fortune,
Seeking only reassurance that Tradition,
Is guideline enough for the new custodians.

Hurried words of advice to the untried
Uttered hastily lest the wind of change deafen the ears of the needy,
As the feathery seeds, borne along the Tempest of Life
From the rich heritage of Nature.

Suspended between the sancrity and knowledge of the Past
And the cold uncertainty of Tomorrow,
Armed only with the fondest of memories,
The Future is embraced.