As a child I was not wise;
I lived with imaginary friends.
I did not think of others first.
I thought the world would never end.
As a teen I was not wise;
To be popular was the key.
My life was fear and confusion –
I did not know who I should be.
In my twenties I was not wise;
I always felt I wanted more.
My moods would swing with friends and lovers –
I looked for every exit door.
In my thirties, I am not wise.
I envy friends I want to be.
I travel far and search for glory!
Cannot accept that I am Me.
In the future – will I be wise?
Is wisdom hope, fear and regret?
I try to see my older self
And all the wisdom I’ll gain yet.
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