The Mellow Years

 

I walk with experience, perspicacity and wisdom

I am no longer a young immature man

Before me now I see the pitfalls

I discern deceit and duplicity from afar

No longer do I act in haste

but ponder and wonder much more

Occasionally I am still taken in

led down a blind alley which goes nowhere

I tread carefully amongst wolves

whilst I try to care for the lambs

Many an old adage and saying I have discarded

I could now write my own

This is the gift of mellow years

often earned through great difficulty 

but always to an ultimate benefit

O for the chance of having all this

from the very beginning