We all are old and wise when we’re sixteen,
When with our seasoned skepsis we proclaim
That there is nothing we have heard or seen
That’s worthy of our time. All truths are lame,
Except for ours. Against the world we stand,
The world that will not ever understand.
Then we grow young and find that on upside
To getting wrinkles is our happiness.
We try no more to turn the ocean tide –
We ride with it. And readily confess
That there’s one thing we ever understood,
One truth, yours for the taking:
Life is good.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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