People Are Living Museums Poem by Shane Dickie

Walking memories, estates and history
Handed down through the ages;
In deeds done and battles fought and won,
People are museums with their stored
Genetic code waiting to be discovered,
Precious guardians of lost and forgotten knowledge
The ancestors are rewarded with ungrateful descendants
Who must become walking museums themselves before
They appreciate their elders,
Meanwhile youth and impetuosity are worshipped,
Until society has had enough of the cup
Of foolishness, and yearns for the sacred seeds of the sublime,
The olden ones like the Titans have returned
To usurp the Olympians and all is right and balanced
In the universe.