Happy New Year... A few words from old...


OUT OF THE YEARS

Into the ears of youth
comes the truth
of Old.

Come, the words so softly spoke,

That bind the mouth with yoke:

All is lost and, nothing gained,

Yet, it all remains the same.

Symbols, symbols of the past

Show the thoughts that, surely, last.

Tongues in anguish wearily cry

What? Who? When? Where? How? And Why?

Out of the years of youth
comes the truth
of old.