These youths that deride
Our older remedies
Are the future minds
That one day yet will take
Upon themselves
The shackles of the age
And as they age they’ll know
They’re only future minds
For but the briefest time
Once those that settle now
To middle life’s repose
And were such firebrands
Now know to their chagrin
A dull and greater truth
The future minds of then
Are common minds of now
And fire’s lost with time
To let each day emerge
We were not gods of old
Nor godlings in our time
Our youth was ignorance
A sweet, brief malady
Naïve our future minds
But now we see ourselves
In these strappling youths
Who yet will learn the truth
In turn leave fire behind
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved