At dawn, a child, a man, and an old man stood.
The child crawled, the man walked, and the old man flew.
Their paths interwoven from sunrise to sunset, as they should,
And the man found revelation in these two, anew.
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At noon, the son walked a mile under the scorching sun,
While others ran and fell, with no thought but to win the race.
The eagle flew, and the father knew the race was not for the swift.
So the child crawled with a steady and determined pace.
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In the dark, the lights were out, still the man walked.
In the dead of the night, as men grew silent, still the child talked.
"Vision transcends skill" is the old man's song,
And so the child sang, the man clapped, and the old man danced along.
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At dawn, a man stood racing against the ticking clock,
Searching within himself for the key to get ahead.
In his heart, he found the child and unlocked the old man's lock,
And the wisdom of age was alive within his head.
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