The Wisdom of Old Age
Old age is something nobody warns you about
Even leaflets can’t tell you what to expect next
So little advice of what to do
Or warnings what will happen to you.
There are very few books or films or sudden cures
That alleviates the fears of growing old
Old age is like some frightening monster
You try to run away from. But find your shoes are heavy
As lead weighted diving boots.
So your every move is suddenly in slow motion.
Then you realise in your head your still young
So what was all the fuss about old age?
It’s supposed to bring you wisdom?
So give it time for all the comforts of knowledge
To wrap you up in its knowing blanket.
Until you sleep long and dream gently
Of open fields of golden corn
Then suddenly bright lights and your eyes are open
And it’s as if you have just been born.
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