John T. Baker , Wisdom</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=28.htm>John T. Baker </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Wisdom</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><b>When I was one and twenty<br>I knew all there was to know;<br>Sheepskin unfurled, I faced the world<br>With confidence aglow;<br>No task too tough, no road too rough,<br>No fear of any foe;<br>For I was one and twenty -<br>And that was long ago.<br>But then by one and forty<br>My assurance had declined;<br>Sometimes a doubt would start to sprout<br>And creep into my mind;<br>Surprising how decisions now<br>Took longer to unwind;<br>For I was one and forty -<br>And dreams lay far behind.<br>And then at one and sixty,<br>All the years, alas, misused,<br>No lessons learned from bridges burned,<br>My ego badly bruised,<br>The things that once were cherished stunts<br>No longer much amused;<br>For I was one and sixty -<br>And hopelessly confused.<br>But now I'm one and eighty,<br>A bit longer in the tooth;<br>I'll reappraise those long-gone days<br>And search for shards of truth;<br>Then maybe I can qualify<br>To be considered couth<br>And reap at one and eighty<br>The wisdom of my youth.</b></b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>