I remember simpler times

Times when what we

Knew was limited and

What we didn’t was

Found in books and

Imaginations tucked deeply away

On lonely dark shelves

Today knowledge is immediate

But wisdom whether about

Another or a thing

Requires time and experience

The mind is an

Entitled child taking discarding

Barely opened things but

The heart from where

Wisdom flows is ever

But an elder rocking

On a porch somewhere

Recalling recounting and remembering

The wrongs they did