Wisdom
"your old what do you know"
echoed aloud by generation new.
age is not just a number on a page
but! It`s a feeling-down deep inside
it`s a feeling-that matters
not only to you-but also to me
oh how! these eye`s see different!
oh how! these ears hear different!
oh how! this mind thinks different!
to when they were-brand new.
So-what price do we put on wisdom?
is it-for the experiences gathered
by what these eyes have seen
is it-the knowledge of knowing
that once on a path you
don`t look back to where
you once have been.
yes I`ve made mistakes
but they have been
hard lessons-hard lessons learnt.
Yes-I have regrets.
But-they are very-very few.
so what price do we put on wisdom
I say--it is--oh so priceless.
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