Time+-+Dennis+Brookner

Time

Is any wonder quite as great as aging?

To think that one can live for oh so long

One peek into that wrinkled complexion

Shows a wisdom we cannot know

Yet

Only time will tell what we will learn

As time goes on not only do we learn,

We gain the wisdom only found through aging

Eager are we to discover the world, but yet

Our lives are more than we imagine—so long,

So strange, do we expect to know?

These ever-changing wrinkles of complexion

We cannot quite put words on this complexion

We youth, while still the world is ours to learn

Inside ourselves, what do we really know?

We are not special, not immune to aging

When only on this earth for so long,

What time is there to wait and whisper “yet”

Yet,

It seems that we are close to feeling that complexion

Those wrinkled eyes observing for so long

Observing to live, to explore, but also learn

The mystery of time, of life, of aging

What do we, can we, know?

Do we, can we, will we know?

Or will the river of time escape us yet

The rushing waters far beyond our aging

Tossing in a terrible complexion

Learn we must, but what can we truly learn?

Before we tell this world, so long

Am I the one to build the boat, strong, long

To tame the river, sail past what we know

To lift off these shores and truly learn

And find I will a wisdom not known yet

Stare down, I will, on waves of such complexion

To make the world forget about aging

But who am I to learn all this complexion

How much I long to just embrace the wonder of aging

And worry not about what yet I know