Teenagers opened the doors for me at Mass Which used to be my job, but they stepped up And in stepping up they are replacing me Which is good - I miss my youth but delight in theirs
A boy and a girl giggled and whispered In a language I donβt know except that Having once been young, I know it well - A perfect translation was in their eyes
All languages come from Old Solar, Lewis says And to Old Solar will someday return We must all be replaced someday For in Creationβs Great Dance that is a step
Teenagers opened the doors for me at Mass And God will open another door afterward