Friday, May 18, 2007

Poem: Middle Age

You start thinking about these things when you're 40... You also start thinking about sports cars, but I haven't gone there yet.

Middle Age
By Lou Sciaroni,

Middle age
Turns the page
From your youth
To life’s truths

Reflect, look back
On the rippled pond
A deep gaze in
And a look beyond

Seeds you sew
Children grow
Older you get
Less you know


At 1:44 AM, Blogger Ronald said...

Older you get, the less you know? One thing I've realized talking to older people (people older than me by a generation or more) is that their knowledge is plentiful, but some of that knowledge isn't as relevant as it once was.

At 9:12 PM, Blogger lsciaron said...


Whether you actually know more when you get older is not really the point of the poem. I was trying to convey that as you approach middle age, you realize how much you don't know (maybe even of things that you thought you did), and in the whole scope of knowledge, you start to understand that you don't know much.

Maybe the "older people's" knowledge is very relevant, you just may not understand its relevance until you reach middle age (or older).


At 6:23 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ronald will get it when he gets older. I like the poem, and the meaning is clear to me. Its also a good thing realizing you know less, it allows you to be more judicous in identifying the important things you know that need to be passed on.



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