The elder poet

AGE.

I know not what I wanted in life.

As a young man long ago.

It seems to be a lifetime.

As on my face it seems to show. 

 

No longer wet behind the ears .

But now white upon my head .

These knowing eye\'s look at you . 

From a face that\'s not yet dead.

 

Listen to my words .

As they come a little slower.

For wisdom is within them. 

I offer you my shoulder.