If only I could have learned wisdom from the written page
Rather than by using the effects of times passage as my only gauge
For in my youth I thought but could not truly know
If all the mysteries of life were or were not so
Yet now that I've turned life's page to middle age
When I look back now I feel quite sage
But will I in the ripened years of old age come to truly know
Only to realize that life has passed me by and knowing has no meaning though
For is knowledge only gained within the environment in which we each grow
The answer to this question I think but may never truly know.