Laurence “Mack in Texas” Hall (G)
Teenagers opened the doors for me at Mass
Which used to be my job, but they stepped up
And in stepping up they are replacing me
Which is good – I miss my youth but delight in theirs
A boy and a girl giggled and whispered
In a language I don’t know except that
Having once been young, I know it well –
A perfect translation was in their eyes
All languages come from Old Solar, Lewis says
And to Old Solar will someday return
We must all be replaced someday
For in Creation’s Great Dance that is a step
Teenagers opened the doors for me at Mass
And God will open another door afterward
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