Sharing’s birthed And borne then Whispered to Younger Eyes Digesting heroics Ravishingly… …or even Disinterestedly. That will only be Realized, when Come the day… They too, sacredly To the best of their Ability regurgitate A mix and mash Of ours and theirs To more hungrier Younger eyes, We ever saw When ours have Long been sealed By time run out Like the memories We’d remembered Yet hadn’t told.