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
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