At That Foolish Age - Poem by Andy Brookes
I wish wisdom came with age.
Alas no such thing.
My heart still races at a well turned ankle
A pretty face warms my heart.
Stirring my sluggish blood.
These thoughts alone put me at a certain age,
Antiquarian phrases not heard today.
My celibate and priestly life,
Imposed, not asked for,
But forced by circumstance,
Belies the inner life.
Below the surface still roar emotions
Which would shock my young relations,
Who see only the benign exterior.
A contour map of a face
With its many hills and valleys
Bestowed by age.
I know a lot but most of it is useless
And even that which is useful,
I doubt that's much,
Does not chime with the modern age.
So the foolishness of my youth
Follows me into a foolish old age.
So I wish wisdom came with age.
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