SAIL NOT ON THE WISDOM OF YOUTH
The age of infallibility
will pass as surely as do your teens
and whence upon that realization
will come the light of ways and means.
For without the forewarned future,
the history and the truth
all of your shining days of dreams
are just figments of your youth.
So listen to the aged, the old wise
and clever ones,
for ’tis they who’ve stood a fore the helm
and well know the ancient tidal runs.
So set sail on a life of peace and calm
but be prepared for weather afoul
and remember be wary of the mockingbird
and heed only the wizened grey owl!
Jack Downing
July 25, 2017
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Great job Jack!!
Thanks Kevin.. If only I’d learned this lesson myself, back in the day! lol
Perfect advice. Are you the wizened grey owl? 🙂
Grey yes. Wizened? Not so much! Lol
Welcome back, Jake. This poem seems more and more fitting for me as I age. Well written…
Thanks Audrey, it would seem that the aging process allows some of us (me for instance) to believe that we have the answers to all of the questions that eluded us in our youth when they were needed the most.
I think we “oldsters” can all relate to that.
That is how we get to be oldsters, I’d say. We outlive our own sense of superiority.
Damn good writin’ my friend. Damn good.
That brought a bright light to my day pal, thanks a lot!