From the time of birth
With each day
There comes knowledge

From knowledge comes wisdom
These grow with the passing of time
And so the Elders see through different eyes
Than do the young

And so the Elders hear through different ears
Than do the young

And so the Elders have walked paths
The young have yet to find

And so the young always know more
When they are young
Than they know when they become the Elders

Some who are young know this
And thus respect the Elders
By this the Elders place in their hands
The secrets of many things

Worrell—04/28/08—9:05 a.m.
Mesa Drive, Austin, Texas