Streams Of Ancient Wisdom

Time immemorial had passed
Since roaring Middle Ages.
What didn;t perish into dust
Since then but their sages?

We know of them, but there were more.
These millions of people.
Like us today, they had their goals,
Though some were coined by evil.

As blissful at it was, yet gross,
Their lust hearts wouldn’t mellow,
The harm bestowed and cold stones tossed
At their closest fellow.

Their envy, vitriol and hate,
Their impudent betrayal…
They all believed it’ll last to date.
Their hopes were doomed to fail.

These ways were wry, and many knew:
In pretty pass they’ll end in,
All but a knowledgeable few,
Those names we see engraved in,

Were wise to never play along,
And with the language mastered,
They wrote wise poems, sang wise songs
With their courage mustered.

The tides of time exposed the shore
With what survived their oven.
It’s our task to take that ore
And make its glitter golden.

The wisdom that we shall extract,
Rejuvenate its essence,
And then preserve their words intact
Throughout our lessons.