AGE

I know not what I want in life.
As a young man long ago.
It seems to be a life time.
As on my face it seems to show.
No longer wet behind the ears.
But now white upon my head.
These knowing eyes look at you .
From a face that's not yet dead.
Listen to my words.
As they come a little slower.
For wisdom is within them.
I offer you my shoulder.

Howard Thomas Barton

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