(Pauses for a moment, hesitates, reflects, and)
"This is tricky and smacks of blasphemy.
Coming from kids and children
Whose fathers and mothers, I betrothed in marriage,
Kids and Children whose pregnancies I witnessed
Kids and children to whose deliveries I contributed,
Now teach me the truth of life
Insisting that they have lived before
Once as my parents and I then as their kid,
What irony! Yes What irony, I say."
(Again, pauses for a moment, hesitates, reflects, and)
"But they seem so sure of what they say
And seem to know even more than I think."
(Starts again as if waking from sleep or a dream)
"No! I insist and resist the urge to believe my ears,...No!
But again this might be God speaking to me ,
Perhaps with an open heart and a listening ear
I might hear this kids out
And reap from their tongues
Regardless of the peculiarity .
But what about my honor and respect?
What about my pride and status in society?"
(Pauses for a moment, hesitates, and reflects as
the kids quickly come around him.)
KID 1: "Bother not about your age or status".
KID 2: "For you are simply SOUL and all souls are equal and ageless".
KID1: "Physical age has little or nothing to do with spiritual truth".
ELDER: (Tries to protect his ego, but ends up stammering)
"II want to bbebelieve you ...,
...but not here in public.
Take me away to some private place,
And teach me more."