The
things I should have said in the past,
I didn't
know how to say.
The
things I want to say right now,
Constantly
eat away
At
inculcated inhibitions, which
Stifle
apt expression
Out of
the fear of uttering
A
possible indiscretion.
The
things I couldn't see in the past
I
"see" much better now,
Such as
the deep and powerful connections
Of the
where and why and how.
Although
there is a current diminishing
Of
youthful visual acuity,
One
doesn't need perfect vision
To
penetrate ambiguity.
The
things my ears could hear in the past
No
longer sound the same.
Listening
with the ears of experience
Completely
changes the game.
To see
with the ears and to hear with the eyes--
What a
challenging perspective!--
Instead
of being stuck in a pattern
That's
sadly ineffective.
The
things I knew so well in the past
I know
right now even better.
Strict
adherence to worn-out ideas
Proves
to be a fetter.
If
knowing is truly becoming, that means
The
immeasurable range of our knowing
Is tied
to our experiences and is
A direct
result of growing.
George
Bernard Shaw said youth
Is
wasted on the young.
But
maybe it's better for us to consider
Our
youth as merely a rung
On the
amazing ladder of life that we
Haven't
ascended for naught.
We're
lucky we've made it as far as we have;
The
alternative's an unpleasant thought.
Knowing
what I know and seeing what I see,
I'm
forced to speak my mind,
Lest my
silence be misconstrued
As
agreement, which I find
Would
contradict what I have learned
And what
experience reveals.
Moreover,
I can't justify
Abandoning
my ideals.
(11-16-14)
By Bob B
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