With wisdom comes age,
And with age comes weakness,
Yet wisdom is counted as strength,
By the young in their meekness.
The youth have vigor and vitality to their name,
But to experience they cannot lay a claim.
How then can any become what is great?
For the old are to weak and do not have the might,
And the young are to rash and often instigate.
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Author:
anima aurea (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Young, strong and rash; old, spent but wise. Can’t we have both if we strive? Just asking. Thought provoking piece.
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