My spirit is housed in an older body

Shallow lookers only see

A once clear sky

That is cloudy

Knowledge amassed through experience and time

Is wasted with vision

Filtered by weeds

Seeded in the mind

Those who only can see the surface

Cannot understand or know

The value of lessons learned

From those born on the eve of snow

Perhaps this is the reason

Progress can be slow

Many times we have heard

“History repeats itself you know”

My heart grows sad

Burdened with the wisdom earned

That falls to vapor around the feet

Instead of benefiting those that yearned

Clear away the clouds and eliminate the weeds

Take away those seeds that shroud the mind

Learn instead from the withered spirits

Great lessons harvested from precious time