The Child

Long have I disregarded the child in my mind He clamors for relief Begs but the old intellect keeps him chained Afraid of the change he brings Fear, the stranger brings Distrustful, demise will come in the new How long can the ancients keep the child at bay? Or will they cage him till he has aged Virility faded, docile and meek Faded and finally one of them The child’s life is short yet alive To the old, their death is merely preceded by the dying The child escapes to burn in the flames of life But he lives to see the untold