wisdom of the ages

arrrrghhhhhh

THE WISDOM OF THE AGES

gently, the breeze wafted, past the me

as i stood sentinal to the grass

empty now i lay so silently

as the world swirls, and whirls on past

the birds flitter about 'pon my head

leaving marks of white and grey

i've no indignation, now, being dead

i find i'm much more unflappable today

a headstone, a marker, a name in stone

memories live on in others, oh so finite, lives

but for me i'm quite bored, and all alone

only my name in stone survives

gently , the breeze wafts past me

as i wait, for eternity

to pass.

sometimes, i wish, i had accomplished something

like, something that would have made me immortal, then

what would riches, and honor, and glory bring

that i should ever hear my name again?

to conquer, invent, to carve in stone?

to found an empire, a nation, company, or state

what, after all, would laws and society condone?

after all, the New World wouldn't forever wait

the Incas, the Mayas, the Dakotahs, too

just couldn't wait

for folks like me, or probably you

is it much to late?

namer of nations, up to me, what would i say?

statues in honor, what would i be?

still, i'm here, i found no earthly way

to live on, eternally

as me

and , if there was a way to found some earthly dynasty

i think that it wouldn't have been free

my world would have been burdened with my me

and wouldn't have been quite so free

gently, the breeze wafts past my me

and goes on and on, wild and free

of me

they say with age comes wisdom

now i'm so smart

if i could found a kingdom

i wouldn't start

i'd plant a field, raise a daughter, and a son

and try to ignore

everyone.

Author's Note

why?