Today it’s all black and white
the shades of grey come with experience
You don’t believe me
because you are 18 and
safe in the knowledge
that you have mastered everything that you will ever need to know
you look at me, with what you’re convinced
is wisdom
because I am confused and sad
and I can’t quite decide
You say I need to grow up
and you are shocked that
you can offer me your
platitudes and advice
and smug
smug that when you are 24
you will never feel desperately alone
that the solutions will be clear
that you will
never
have to listen to the musings
of a semi-adolescent
in order to gain perspective
And you just might be right
because you are a
“man”
and you are 18
But my sweet, sweet boy
the shades of grey come with experience
and you are intent on experiencing
nothing
And when you are 24
you may still be safe
in your newsprint zebra world
observing but never
connecting
And then I will be
smug
because is their anything more beautiful
than a grey sky
with just a hint of sun slicing through the
clouds?
Abbi van den Berg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/24/
