An Ode To The Wisdom Of Leonard Cohen.
Youths certainties have distilled into the amber nectar of uncertainty
Youths visions now seen through the cataracts of time and experience.
The grey haired man, lined face, who proclaims the truths and visions of youth
Makes you wonder were he has been, what he has seen, and why he has not moved.
Age the distiller of all certainties presses on and the desires of ambition fade
'Been there got the t shirt' the expression of the old and getting older.
Will anyone listen to the voice of the sage and old wise men, unlikely
For youth must find its way, learn its lessons, dream its dreams, forever.
The wisdom of the wise is wasted on the youth, they are just sad old words.
© J Tipp
Inspired by his new book.
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