When the days of the valiant man,
Reach distances unknown to all,
And become the aftermath of today’s,
New existence of pure knowledge,
The young man shall step forward,
Only to inquire the fated old man,
About his true omniscient wisdom:

Years upon decades now left behind,
And the man’s face proved it;
Even his eyes of wisdom approved of time;
His wrinkled skin hands cherished,
All the efforts of his craftsmanship,
Within his crisp, rustic past;
He humbly valued his significant life.

Sheltered by the dawn of brutal rain,
Under the awning that forbids his presence;
He gazes out upon the town of self-worth,
And notices a young man struggling,
To approach his final destination of today;
Forced to surrender under all conditions,
Like destiny, the man notices the senior.

Years upon decades now far ahead,
And the man’s face proved it;
Even his eyes of wit approved of now;
His well-built hands cherished,
All the efforts of his craftsmanship,
Within his crisp, current days;
He greatly valued his significant life.

Within the midst of brutal rain,
Drenched cold, shelter welcomes him;
He gazes out to his home for today,
And notices an old man struggling,
To find what his heart desires;
Forced to surrender under all facts,
Like destiny, the senior notices the man.

“Of all the words I should speak,
You’re the one with omniscient wisdom;
One word from my unintelligent mouth,
Could set this future of mine ablaze;
Old man, what am I to say to you,
That allows fate to accept my fortune?
Can your knowledge succeed my actions?”

“Young man, fortune foretold reaps fate,
And fate, not destiny, summoned,
Your astounding presence upon my doorstep;
What words can I now utter to allow,
You to comprehend everything learned,
From your days of the past, until now?
I yearned for you, welcome home…my son.”