Much to my surprise
I find life inside this aging brain
Not at all what I’d expected.
In my juicy, eager youth
I pursued the truth,
Preferred it plain.
Now I’d gladly settle
For a fair approximation,
A surmise.
I thought wisdom came with years,
Not just doubts, fears,
Pain, tears.
©2011 John I. Blair
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