My Apprentices Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

When I was a kid
My younger brother was
A toddler to me and
I felt matured and
I was enjoying my status
Without knowing that
I was planting the seeds
Of an ego within myslef,

When in youth I felt
Confident and superior
Before teens and kids,
When in the middle age,
I treated the young
As imatured rebells,

Today I am aged and old
Feeble in walk and sight.
Feel nothing but love,
About all around, having
No superiority over them
Treating them all as
Apprentices of life.