I thought that wisdom came with age,
Along with greying hair,But so far all I’ve grown is grey,
Without much wisdom there.
I still find I can make mistakes
As well as in my youth,
And I am still hot on the trail
Of that elusive “truth”.
I’m moving slower everyday,
I can’t quite keep the pace.
And, if I’m forced to, I’ll admit
Those rats have won the race.
But, from the top of my grey head
Down to my aching feet,
I’m wise enough to understand
My life is blessed and sweet.
So maybe there is still some hope
That wisdom will be mine,
But, until then, this old grey head
Will rise, thank God, and shine!!
Job 12:12
Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?
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