WISDOM AND INTELLIGENCE
In days of yore, when whiskers were
few,
And backs were straight, and eyes
were true,
The elders spoke with words so wise,
Their knowledge passed down through
gentle sighs.
The young ones listened with eager
ears,
Drinking in each word like sweetest
tears,
For they knew that age had earned its
right,
To hold the keys to life's greatest
light.
The elders saw the world in hue,
A tapestry of time, both old and new,
They'd lived through storms and
sunshine too,
And learned from each one what was
true.
Their minds were filled with memories
galore,
Of triumphs won and lessons learned
before,
They guided young hearts with steady
hand,
Through trials great, and troubles
grand.
The wisdom of their years, so deep
and wide,
Was more than just a passing pride,
It was a gift, a treasure trove,
That only grew as time did rove.
So listen well, oh young ones dear,
To the stories told with love and
cheer,
For in the wisdom of your elders
lies,
The secrets to a life that opens
wide.
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