They say with age comes wisdom

That they make a likely pair

That when a proper age is reached,

Wisdom should be there.



Tell me, when will wisdom show?

When will enlightenment take place?

I wonder if it's really true

Age is more than lavender and lace



  I want to be prepared for it

I want to know when I am wise

So I can sit with chin in hand

To make sage comments and advise


  Perhaps a furrow in my brow

Will show I'm deep in thought

Or a distant look within my eyes

Will reveal I think a lot

 

  I'd like to utter profound words

That people will write down

And quote to one another

Preferably before I'm gone.



  I have learned, as I grow older

My poor brain is quite a joke

Though, when I was in my teens

I knew more than both my folks



  This wisdom thing is backwards

I knew much more when I was young

There was nothing one could tell me then.

So how come now I feel so dumb?



  As it is, I can't remember

All the things I know I should

Though I always say, "Gesundheit,"

And I always knock on wood



  But why I do or say those things

I'll admit I have forgot

They happen automatically

Without a bit of thought.



  I wish I could be really wise

And grow ever wiser as I age

I'd like to be like Solomon

And make decisions that amaze



  But now it's even difficult

Deciding what to have for dinner

Would Solomon pick pizza pie?

If so, then I might be a winner



To understand life's mysteries

Is every human's goal

But, you know, I still don't have a clue

Even though I am so old



  I doubt I'll ever figure out

Just how a clock keeps time

Or how a light switch turns on lights

Or what makes a doorbell chime



  See, the simplest things still puzzle me

Though I accept them without question

But before I go, I'd like to know

About this age and mind connection



The elderly have lots of losses

Can wisdom replace those?

Or is wisdom just a word that's used

To appease those older souls?



  But if, and when, wisdom does set in

At what vast age must someone be?

I wonder if I've reached it yet

For I have learned to laugh at me.



  Author--Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

November 2004

Page by Mary Jones --December 2004  

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