How Things Go
The more we age
The less we know
About the world;
That’s how things go.
Of course we’re up
On history.
The present, though’s
A mystery.
As for the future,
This is true:
Both young and old
Don’t have a clue.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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