Listen to him whisper
That wise man speak
Slowly and deliberately
Lost in a world we seek
Grey hairs upon the haven
Root the secrets within
Old hands massage memories
And the whispers come again
Tongue slowly mumbles
Knowledge we implore
Exhausted he falls
Man upon the floor
We roll him out of sight
Review the notes and then
Satisfied with knowledge
We call the next man in
Press him for the wisdom
Life piece-wise imposed
Take our notes to death
Body must be disposed
You – wise one – next
Stand before us and amend
Our great book of knowledge
What else matters in the end?