Stories to be Told

A little wink,

A loving scold,

A hint to stories yet untold.

The Sage brought about by age,

They sing of their glory days.

A lot of wisdom,

So little of time,

A gleam of excitement in her eyes.

The young girl listens and she sighs,

So little of wisdom,

A lot of time.

Such is the stories of the aged,

Inspiring,

Exciting,

Leaving the young ones much engaged.

I hope one day that I can be,

A Sage to tell the stories yet to see.

But for now I wait,

And I see as fate gives me

A little wink,

A loving scold,

A hint to stories yet to unfold.