The Tall

Among the tall I make my way.
My elders all surround me,
And wisdom past my hope to ken
Is everywhere, around me

It was like this way in days gone by,
And years before those days —
We are among the giants — yes —
In varied, countless ways

There many are who scorn the past,
The mass from whom we stem;
For how much could an age have meant
If it was missing them?

But me, I’m feeling rather small,
Out walking here, among the tall;
The silent ones who’ve seen, alas,
What human wisdom’s brought
To pass

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