Elderly Wisdom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Elderly Wisdom



Writing brings a quiet sorrow, while lighting a serene
contemplation.
Always searching byways of imagination, luring sub-
consciously, abstractions leading to a meaning of life's
purpose.
Countless pages are written in thought, yet nothing is
found to ease the mystery we are born with.
Calculating depths of maturity doesn't enter the picture,
because there seems to be no inherent formula conceived
of.
In sunsets of our lives, there are no magic revelations,
we seem not to have changed.
Elderly minds continue with their inept desires; it
seems in later life there really is no appreciative
maturity when dealing with others, communication is
still sordid and petty.
People learn nothing on their journey's, continuing to
gossip, talking behind another's back, defaming character
of acquaintances.
Growing up I totally thought the elderly grasped an
eternal wisdom and foresight - apparently not!
It's such a shame to see the pettiness of youth has
forever stained and corrupted our minds, forcing them
into a mean and hateful existence for all time.

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