Sit some time with the elders,
For wisdom doesn't always glow on screens.
In their eyes, a tapestry of yesteryears,
Stories stitched with laughter, love, and tears.
Their hands, though worn, still strong,
Hold the secrets of life's ancient song.
Wrinkles map the paths they've roamed,
Silent tales of lands they've called home.
Google can't tell of the summer breeze
That whispered through their childhood trees,
Or the scent of freshly baked bread
From the hearths where their families fed.
Sit some time with the elders,
Hear the echo of a distant day,
When hearts were bound by simple things,
And joy was in the songs they'd sing.
They speak of times when letters flew,
In ink, the bonds of love they drew.
Before the digital, the electric hum,
Their world was vivid, rich, and warm.
Google can't find the feel of grass
Underfoot as seasons pass,
Or the sound of a lover's plea,
On a moonlit night by a tranquil sea.
Sit some time with the elders,
Their voices are a treasure trove,
Filled with wisdom, harsh and kind,
Lessons learned through a different grind.
In their tales, find the shades of gray,
The nuanced truths of another day.
Not everything can be reduced to a click,
The essence of life is deep and thick.
So, sit some time with the elders,
Not everything found on Google is true.
Their legacy, a living guide,
To the past, to life, to you.
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Comments (4)
That was another beautiful tribute. I am so happy that I've found your writing!
This was such a touching poem. I loved it!
Wow! It is a nice poem for our elders!
This poem beautifully underscores the irreplaceable value of wisdom from elders, contrasting it with the limitations of digital knowledge.