Everyone Has A Right To Be Wrong Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What age does one reach,
When mistakes claimed to make...
Are forgiven.
To ultimately forget.
And wisdom begins to acknowledge them.
Admitted to achieve,
Done to self examine...
Those mistakes to make,
Could have been avoided.
But a fear to appear,
A doing something purposely...
Becomes an activity one intends.
Like children who know,
Exactly what they do to excuse it.

What age does one reach,
To stop and prevent arguments they start.
With a seeking for attention to get.
Then complain to resent,
The ones they had relied upon...
For not choosing to participate,
In a childish act.
Too obviously repetitive.
And done by one,
Who should know better than that.
But growing older people like this prove,
Aging and learning lessons taught...
Some will.
Some won't.
And those that don't...
Pretend without experiencing much,
To know more with proof to know less.

Yet...
Become upset.
When suggested they have the right,
To be wrong for as long as they like.
On their own time done to waste it!
With this to achieve on their own terms.