A Question of Wisdom
They say age brings wisdom
So they say.
It doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t buy it.
The older I get the more confused I am.
I simply lack the moral certitude I had as a teenager.
I knew how to save the world I knew what was right and what was wrong
I saw everything in black and white
Today I have palpitations deciding what to have for lunch.
When I was young the big issues were so obvious.
He was right, he was wrong and I could see it so clearly.
Was the world simpler then or was I?
Is it just that I have become too willing to see both sides?
Oh God have I become a fence sitter?
Someone who just wants a quiet life.
Surely not, I haven’t changed that much have I?
Where has the fiery young liberal gone?
Is he cowering behind a closet conservative?
Oh please can I have the old world back, I knew what to do then.
Oh go away, and let me choose my lunch.