The Wisdom of the Ages

THE WISDOM OF THE AGES gently, the breeze wafted, past the me as i stood sentinal to the grass empty now i lay so silently as the world swirls, and whirls on past the birds flitter about 'pon my head leaving marks of white and grey i've no indignation, now, being dead i find i'm much more unflappable today a headstone, a marker, a name in stone memories live on in others, oh so finite, lives but for me i'm quite bored, and all alone only my name in stone survives gently , the breeze wafts past me as i wait, for eternity to pass. sometimes, i wish, i had accomplished something like, something that would have made me immortal, then what would riches, and honor, and glory bring that i should ever hear my name again? to conquer, invent, to carve in stone? to found an empire, a nation, company, or state what, after all, would laws and society condone? after all, the New World wouldn't forever wait the Incas, the Mayas, the Dakotahs, too just couldn't wait for folks like me, or probably you is it much to late? namer of nations, up to me, what would i say? statues in honor, what would i be? still, i'm here, i found no earthly way to live on, eternally as me and , if there was a way to found some earthly dynasty i think that it wouldn't have been free my world would have been burdened with my me and wouldn't have been quite so free gently, the breeze wafts past my me and goes on and on, wild and free of me they say with age comes wisdom now i'm so smart if i could found a kingdom i wouldn't start i'd plant a field, raise a daughter, and a son and try to ignore everyone.