And see not greying beard nor wrinkled eyes
Reflected back at me through mirrored glass,
But keep intact my weathered intellect
To guide me through the turbulence of youth:
"Put hands to work at dawn and sleep at dusk,
"Select your friends with care, and at all cost
"Do not surrender your integrity,"
I'd tell myself. But never has one had
An opportunity to change his fate,
Nor child missed the warnings of the wise
Who through all ages speak admonishment.
Make room, grey beards, I'll join you on the bench,
And take my turn at speaking to the deaf.
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