My wisdom comes from
being a school-boy,
then a youth;
a dreamer of dreams
and a lover of books;
a war-time soldier
and a world-wide wanderer;
an open-minded seeker
for truth,
and a persistent wonderer.
Later, a father,
a worker and a worrier;
a sometime dawdler,
and occasional hurrier.
A great-grandfather
watching twigs blossom
on his family tree,
mindful of how he too
has branched
to reach maturity.
A contest entry
- Wise Poet's Society Wisdom Contest by DawnBaby.
2300 points, ended August 16, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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