Walking Wisdom

Earthly life, a speck in eternity, with such strange briefness;
Yet what a spectacle to behold the beauty of the aged mind;
An abstract entity to consider when it speaks from the lips of walking wisdom;
Every word depicting the scars of suffering, the hurts and the hates, the miracles and mistakes;
The memories of a priceless love for a symbiotic relationship;
The ornament of a friendly rod and the jewelry of a rough smile;
The fine grassland of white beards on an undulating facial landmass;
With the snowy eyebrow dancing to the tune of poor sight;
Yet it’s all a superficiality of the true worth of the aged mind;
Having tasted the bitterest goodies of life, it sure can tell what really sweet pain is;
The aged, the aged, in the fullness of his weak strength, is prone to silence;
A page-less book within a few words, a reflection of wisdom’s might in the aged mind;
Alas, every earthen vessel must experience the reality of this despised phase of life;
Much more a greater desire to anticipate it; not as a burden but rather a fountain of wise wisdom;
Let me prepare to be an irresistible walking wisdom in my season of patient steps towards eternity.