With the advancement of age
Comes an interesting phenomenon;
What I thought that I Knew
Declines in retrospect.
What I begin to Understand
Expands exponentially.
It's a curious trade-off that
I find strangely satisfying.
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A benefit of 'acquired experiencing'. (That sounds better than 'getting old')
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write Louis.
Thank you so much, 'O'. Hope you are enjoying wedded bliss.
Thanks L. Oh no! It's woe and despair, torment! It was that, or marry Shirley from EastEnders (in the UK) - Worzel Gummidge's sister, so I say! You can see both online. lol.
Louis, it's a balancing act of what we know and what we thought we knew. As we find things we're not, we also find things we are. I remember when I thought I couldn't write poetry. And then I heard a voice from within. ; )
The voice of the muse ... my experience as well. I never liked or read poetry until twelve years ago when my muse's still small voice broke through. It was at a spiritual retreat ... remember it well. And here we are, poets! Go figure.
Thanks for your thoughts, AP!
Always a pleasure Louis. ; )
Ah - I agree with the alternative to the phrase - "getting old" - -understanding is what we would like to grow into - - a satisfying read Louis.
From the perspective of vast accumulations of lifetimes, lived and yet to be, we all are but babes, aren't we. Hopefully, we learn and understand more as we grow by way of them.
Thank you, Fay, for your comments and support!
I love your poem, Louis!
Are we beginning to understand because we move closer to our souls as we age?
How incredible would it be if we could recall all the knowledge we gained over many lifetimes!
Your short poem is so well written, and now seems to careen around in my head.
I doubt we could handle all the knowledge we've gained over our many lifetimes crammed into but one, as you speculate. Which is surely why we come back with 'partially wiped' memories ... partially wiped in that our souls carry the memories which do, and have for me, bleed through at times in small doses.
I hope your head doesn't explode because of me, Fred! That would be a terrible waste of a good mind!
I am amazed that as we age, our vision may fade, but our ability to see with clarity increases dramatically.
Well put, LG! I guess that is the point of experiencing these lifetimes.
Yep, he pretty much nailed it!
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Good write and very true, with experience we can discard the unnecessary.
Good way to put it. Thanks, Goldie.
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