....but
it takes practise, a great deal of practise....and enormous
patience....Far more patience, sadly, than most folk have these days.
....and when I tell them this(Those so-called best of the best),
They stare back at me with blank expressions.
A new generation who listen, but do not hear the incongruent sounds in the forest.
Who look, but fail to see what perils lurk within the dappled sunlight and the dancing shadows.
Slaves to their automobiles and satellite TVs.
Forever on their knees at the altar of the Holy Trinity
....the Mobile Phone, the Laptop and the MP3.
....Wrecked inside the interweb.
Seduced by twittering
Sister Sirens, Spacebook and Myface.
Senses deadened to the world.
But send them anyway they will,
So, far far far away,
To those mountains on the Moon
Unprepared of mind....and ill-equipped in kit."It'll end in tears my boy",  as my mother used to say.
Yet rich they are in hope and mental strength....and the arrogance of youth.
Too much the latter though I fear (for some),
To face the ugly truth!
But if I've done or said one thing
To help them find a way
To do the job and stay alive
For just one extra day,
Then I can handle all the guilt I feel....for not being there myself
Amidst the politician's mess.