Wisdom Is Old Age
Like a fatigued athlete he rests on a wooden chair
Gazing a spot in every revealing minute
As ancient thoughts roam in his word-mastered skull
Wisdom is old age!
He summons us the prodigal offsprings
As proverb drips so is wisdom
Sanctifying our hedonism slaved minds
Wisdom is old age!
He does say culture is value
And Wisdom is the voice of an aged man
Despise not your root while pursuing hedonism of modernity
Wisdom is old age!
"Offend not man and thou shall not be offended
Fall in love but save your secrets for your security"
Those are refrains creeping from his tongue
True wisdom is old age and Grandpa is wise!
For Carol Brown's contest: "Memories of grandpa or grandma"
30/07/2011
Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011
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