Both to teach and both to learn.
So opposite these lives are one.
Oh! The beauty of it all!
To increase knowledge is the goal.
“Daddy! Look at the butterfly!”
Seeing the end that all must die.
Love found in a birdie’s song.
Knowing why, all wonder gone.
To Touch! To smell! To hear! To see!
All innocence lost. A tragedy.
One to love, and one to lead.
The opposite may each one need.
Without the elder, youth lose the way
But without the youth, there’d be no joy