Wisdom and Age

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought that wisdom grew 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 some 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.
 
Job 12:12
Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?