Look now through the looking glass
Look ahead not at what has passed
Even while the years go by;
When winter dawns, and summers fade
Crystals gleam as bright as day
Not as white but glittering silver.
Descending at a sluggards pace
The snow is light as feathered rain
It is a slow crescendo with much to gain.
Knowledge comes in company of time
Knowledge is the wise mans wine
Even as the years go by;
Teaching is a master’s art
We must guard it like the Ark
It is fragile like a crystal hearth.
Delicate menagerie of thoughts
You stand, while marble fades
Porcelain withstands the raid.