Without Proving To Anyone Or Attempt To Convince Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I hadn't always been the one,
Devoted to expose my wisdom.
Or experiences gained,
When I was extremely young.
Nor was I shy.
Too observant was I.

It is the process of aging.
And the acceptance of it that comes.
With a knowing that whatever happens,
I'll be excused for the elder I've become.
Even though it seems the occurrence of that,
Was beginning to show so long ago.
But aging isn't done with a comfort intact.

I hadn't always been the one,
Devoted to expose my wisdom.
Or experiences gained,
When I was extremely young.
Hoping someone will be impressed,
And expresses it with an attention received...
I purposely sought to get.

But I have noticed this as I age...
With or without a grace I saved to delay.
I can get away with just about anything.
Since my hair has grayed and I can talk to myself.
Without proving to anyone or attempt to convince,
Whether I am a fool or extremely intelligent.
And there is something about that I have begun to love.