An anxient gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
Old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
Hope that seem feeble is stronger
Than any despair at all
Forced truth will be better than sweetest
Confession of a hollow soul
Empty seat in a row tells us more
Than a hundred
Both bitter and terrible tales
Those who came sha'n't be ever just shadows
Reflecting, reminding and shame
Thus, simple nature is trick
This firmly has stated our mind
Sophisticated as we are, still
Sometimes it's better to learn from a child.