From mountain tops to open neighbourhoods.
Filled in their tanks ‘wisdom’ that is sublime.
With life experience enough to cloy the woods.
Pantaloons with grey hair, spectacles on nose-
And stick by their side, as they await a call from thee heavens
O’ Mighty Lord; set aside their sagacity, we appease.
The world needs it, for its havens.
Breath comes one like the red moon.
Life threw them in the deep-end.
Gladly, ‘thee sages’ didn’t spend time in a groan.
In turn, their characters deepened.
The old man gave me advice from wits of his well.
He said,” All’s well that ends well.