by Cheryl Merrick
I see in the eyes of some
they think me wise,
as if some noble gift was bestowed upon me,
a symbolic crown of my advancing years.
How can I explain the discomfort I feel?
I know all this “wisdom” is merely
the accumulation of learning
from my mistakes -
mistakes for which I paid dearly.
Yes, I share my experiences
in the hopes that they will be the ones
to be wise-
far wiser than I have been.