As If Overnight Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The speed of forgotten,
Childhood wishes...
Occurs with them returning,
When one recalls to reminisce...
Experiences to have earned.
Only aging to remember,
Each one earned to have learned.
Sometimes with a chuckle.
Or with a quick smile to think,
How simple life had been...
Then.
And how slow those first lessons taught,
Were thought...
Much too difficult to understand.
To rush back from where they had gone,
Away...
And 'now' today have it heard,
From someone to say...
With age comes unmistakable wisdom.
As if overnight youthful mistakes made,
Validates what aging takes to correct them.

Sometimes with a chuckle.
Or with a quick smile to think,
How simple life had been...
Then.
To think at the time one becomes 21,
Childhood wishes, wants and dreams...
Would be received to get every one.
And after that when one ages,
That fire to desire leaves to be done.

And I've been 21,
48 years to know...
Desires don't leave.
They only come for more to grow.
Maybe slower but that passion remains.
To obtain as much wisdom as I can get.
With many hopeful days and nights to come,
Not to have them rushed. Not one.