Aging does not guarantee one wisdom automatically.
Or an unblemished integrity wished,
In which to flaunt without mistakes to experience.
Truth to face with obstacles to move,
Is a difficult undertaking...
When choices, if any, have proven to be few.
Anyone accountable and accepts responsibility,
Without excusing themselves with alibis to make...
Is one unafraid to admit they have taken chances.
And wisdom often comes to one who knows,
What the getting off knees to walk on two feet means.
With an aging done to enhance the process bestowed.
Aging does not guarantee one wisdom automatically.
Or an unblemished integrity to leave flaws unseen,
In which to flaunt without mistakes to experience.
Anyone accountable and accepts responsibility,
Knows too well these lessons taught early.
And wisdom to come with excuses made rarely happens.
If aging 'did' guarantee one wisdom,
There would be fewer fools left respected...
To influence the presence of ignorance many accept.
And kept protected as if it's precious treasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
agreed...most wise people have been called as eccentric, while alive..it is the saddest part of their pitiful life... am I weird or wise?