The ignorant emmit the yell
Why the experienced need only whisper
For nothing compensates for sheer
Time and lived memories
While ignorance lives in numb solitude
of their trinket knowledge,
Maturity masters control of their
Naked soul's emotions
One fumbles to pass mocking judgment
The other refrains from rapid opposition
Separate the hungry from the hunger
Watch one tremble with desired nurturing
For only experience can heal such a wound
Time spreads boundaries of wonders
