The seas had receded, but they took their time As if opening that fine bottle of wine Meant so very little to the uncouth Ah the blessings of a wasted youth
That had not yet drunk from the cup of wisdom So our little world was still their kingdom But the seas would return, sometimes in a rage And youth would become man, but still no sage
For they still did not savour Chateau Neuf Du Pap They preferred the rage still to the gentle lap But give them time, like all fine matured things They learn perhaps circles are actually rings
But wisdom of age is not the sanctuary of the fool He learns that the steadiest seat is the three legged stool But like fine wine the young will eventually mellow And understand a raging sea is not a good bedfellow
Hasten not though to drink from the sea of tranquillity Do not let those learning years pass in mediocrity Read Kipling’s IF as you breathe in the air And those seas may then be calm and treat you fair
For real learning is not always in a philosophy book It is in those people you thought old and mistook For they only fish where the cormorants would circle For the long race was won not by the hare but the turtle
For time and patience has taught them many things They learn that not all circles are necessarily rings Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste And you just may find those years have not gone to waste
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
I am old enough to know better, unfortunately though not all maturity comes with age! xxxxxxxxxxxx
Rob, what a rhyming poetic romantic you are. This is great stuff, full of wisdom and wit, and tasty lines. "And youth would become man, but still no sage"...I think you're a man who's definitely gotten to the point of giving sage advice, knowing too, that advice is seldom welcome. Well done! ;-)
Hi, trurorob, Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste... Truly great advice to apply until one notices those that only fish where the cormorants would circle. Youth is a terrible thing to waste.
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusAug 14, 2011
superb, and what rhyme! also a great reminder and an invitation to youth to learn, great, mature write...
steve1223adelaide, South Australia AustraliaAug 14, 2011
Excellent read. Makes you feel much better about being mature.
only terrific...(though admittedly, I must bone up on my 'cormorants', who 'dey?)
elo777santa cruz, California USAAug 14, 2011
always a pleasure for me..to read one of your poems trurorob.....elo..
pilgrimageofloveSydney, New South Wales AustraliaAug 14, 2011
Doesn't get much smoother than this.
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 14, 2011
Dear Rob I have been reading this poem and everything said is certainly true,now wisdom comes in the very least expected places and it was an utter delight to read this most enlightening and well composed poem,nice job friend
Rob! A brilliant write my friend....I was impressed today as I was the first time I read it.
piccaboo3865edgewood, Maryland USAAug 15, 2011
"The wisdom of age is not the sanctuary of the fool", I love this line. No fool could understand the knowledge that age bestows on a person. If only more people would seek knowledge from older people on life philosophies, they would be able to avoid many pitfall on their own journey. Loved this poem.
Ahhh! too cool for words Rob, I shamefully drank a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap that my sister left sitting there in her kitchen and I found myself alone in her house for a few days when I got back to Ireland just recently. (nice stuff!) With age comes wisdom? but the child in you always remains there no matter how old you are sir - it's just a matter of whether you listen to it any more.
niah9Auckland, New ZealandAug 15, 2011
can I say rob...you are a very wise man......no need of pilosophy...life skills....k great write....as always...
RedexNorthumberland, England UKAug 16, 2011
Oh Rob I missed this poem , this of course is true poetry and the comorant you iether love or hate them, but they know.
purpledragonflyLeeds, West Yorkshire, England UKAug 16, 2011
This is such a powerful poem Rob. All I could say and more has been said. Another superb write...
bestversionBudapest, Central Hungary HungaryAug 17, 2011
Hi Rob, I like the sea and I like good wine as well... but I like your rhyme the most. "But the seas would return, sometimes in a rage And youth would become man, but still no sage" "Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste And you just may find those years have not gone to waste"
But like fine wine the young will eventually mellow And understand a raging sea is not a good bedfellow
This poem really speaks to me....trying so hard to quiet the torrents of thoughts and desperation of the daily grind of all work and no play....and no sense of priority at all.....anymore....this speaks volumes about the need for peace and tranquility times in our lives....
purpledragonflyLeeds, West Yorkshire, England UKSep 7, 2011
COME ON ALL YOU WISE PEOPLE not yet given a comment on this well lined poem of WISDOM... This is deserving of more compliments... Such a fine write........
Maxeen_1YORK, North Yorkshire, England UKNov 18, 2011
Wine and Sea trurorob An excellent a masterfull read wisdom you cirtainly have - I so enjoyed your write.. "For real learning is not always in a philosophers books....
Comments (76)
Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste... Truly great advice to apply until one notices those that only fish where the cormorants would circle. Youth is a terrible thing to waste.
A masterful write on the journey of wisdom.
Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste....of life
Your years have definitely not been wasted to give us this.
Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste
And you just may find those years have not gone to waste
I have been reading this poem and everything said is certainly true,now wisdom comes in the very least expected places and it was an utter delight to read this most enlightening and well composed poem,nice job friend
rob
rob
rob
I love wine and I love the sea. Your sage advice...somehow just resonates not Kipling but Hemingway..."The Old Man and the Sea". Nicely done.
I shamefully drank a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap that my sister left sitting there in her kitchen and I found myself alone in her house for a few days when I got back to Ireland just recently. (nice stuff!)
With age comes wisdom? but the child in you always remains there no matter how old you are sir - it's just a matter of whether you listen to it any more.
great write....as always...
rob
I like the sea and I like good wine as well... but I like your rhyme the most.
"But the seas would return, sometimes in a rage
And youth would become man, but still no sage"
"Drink slowly the wine and savour the taste
And you just may find those years have not gone to waste"
Your wisdom and philosophy at the same time
rob
rob
rob
rob
And understand a raging sea is not a good bedfellow
This poem really speaks to me....trying so hard to quiet the torrents of thoughts and desperation of the daily grind of all work and no play....and no sense of priority at all.....anymore....this speaks volumes about the need for peace and tranquility times in our lives....
rob
rob
rob
rob
rob
An excellent a masterfull read wisdom you cirtainly have -
I so enjoyed your write..
"For real learning is not always in a
philosophers books....
rob