The Wisdom of Age
That age brings wisdom, mainly aged say,
And yet, there comes a calm as passion dies;
And as a poet said another day,
The old, as good for nothing else, be wise.
What would I wish a younger me had known?
An honesty of purpose, without fear;
The time is short, before from life we're thrown;
Seek then a steady star, and by it steer.
And cherish well the moments, but recall,
The path through moments will you leave behind;
And when at last, in summing up it all,
It's in the gifts you gave, that joy you'll find.
The role of choice exceeds the role of fate:
Choose then the active, never choose to wait.
Copyright © Jerrold Prothero | Year Posted 2025
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