First of two coupled poems
The young children sit
At the feet of the sage
Drink in the wisdom
The wisdom of age
The gifted are held
With soft loving hands
Their prophesies heard
Lend meaning to plans
The young men they dance
The young women to
They care not who couples
With whom and with who
In this bright land
There’s is nought to fear
The young and the old
Are joined far and near
My Gifted Life 