Elders Poem by Yoni Assis

Even the Deified have gurus
Strangely brilliant people who talk fast and loose
Wisdom they have in droves
Living, breathing treasure troves

Keen observers of the human condition
Masters at the art of the story
Preachers of common sense
Possessors of rapier-sharp wit
When necessary, ardent schemers

Silver-tongued devils
Always avoiding perils
We watch in awe and revel
Desirous to reach that level

Woe to those who have not their respect!
A blacklist is a sure bet
To be removed, a remarkable get
Bring something to the proceedings, perhaps they’ll let
Perhaps

Sometimes you just need to listen
The plugged-in will surely glisten
If you’re adept, and when the time is right, expect to be christened
An Elder…Deified

This is no fable
I too sit round this mystic table
I have their respect, as they have mine
Do you have what it takes to shine?