Am I wiser now than when I was young?
Things seemed new and life was ours to be won
There was no clutter or detritus of life
And certainly thoughts of failure weren't rife
I sit now a try to remember what my father said
Life had worn him down some as his experience fed
I am now older than he ever was and have time to think
On him in his life and how from his cup I would now drink
Am I that different from him now the years have passed
Knowing that some things just do not last
And I wonder what I will say to him when I see him
Perhaps he was right and my only excuse was my youth dreaming.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good thinking Paul. perhaps the rhyme qualifies it as a poem without the 'prose' in front