We Learn As We Age... Poem by Brett White

We learn as we age-
Ruefully, from Experience, that wizened Sage;
Dolefully watching, He teaches us all,
And God catches us, before we fall.
But sometimes fall we must -
And discriminate between Love and Rust.
Youth leads with a foot unsteady,
Sauntering forth, before he is ready
To hear that calm voice of reason-
And obeying any logos but passion:
Is the most violent form of treason.
The days pass surely, encumbered in Beauty-
"Each day is a gift, " that Sage whispers truly.