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.
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Author:
The elder poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We try to share our knowledge as we get older. To share it with the younger generation in hope they won't make the same mistakes we made. It's good to have a shoulder to lean on.
- Category: Reflection
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A neat write, ep.
Sad I know in some ways, but you can only offer. And occasionally youth will listen, but, I venture, often not. Perhaps, depending on the advice and the occasion –(ie no immediate danger) it is better that way, because what I think of as reality therapy provides the best learning and maybe one of the ways change occurs is through new ideas, new actions….
That knowledge within us oldies is there for all who need it in their young lives.
Andy
I'm 71 and have a lot to share and am glad to do it. I've made mistakes over and over. And you learn from them.Thank you for reading and commenting. Have a good Sunday.
I dare say that is why we are all here - to write it all down. Well penned!
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