Stay at home my Father,
said the Brave to the old man.
You no longer need to hunt,
us younger men have a plan.
We move too fast through the woods,
you won’t be able to match our pace.
Stay in camp by the warm fire,
it’s time to learn your proper place.
My son, said the old warrior,
as he whittled on a piece of bark.
You are a good hunter during the day,
but what about after dark?
Have you faced the mighty Grizzly,
that comes out in the night?
While he is visible during the day,
in the darkness his step is light.
Can you fight the changing weather,
which I have come to understand?
With many years of hunting,
in this highly unpredictable land.
Do you know how to survive,
when the twenty-year blizzard strikes?
Are you experienced in traveling,
during one of the deep snowed hikes?
Yes, I am an old warrior,
with bones that creak and crack.
But my knowledge is still vast,
and I can help get you safely back.
It is wise that you extend an invitation,
for me to accompany your group today.
Even if you believe I am a bit slow,
and could cause a slight delay.
Since, someday when you are old,
and your body is not in its prime.
You will realize your mind improves,
for valuable experience builds with time.
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