On fools and prophets and being 35.

On fools and prophets and being 35.

I miss my Dad
here at 35.
I wish he was here
to offer advice
that I didn’t need in my younger years.
I think that
I would listen more
to his advice and
dance differently
with the wisdom contained within.
Wisdom is precious
when you reach this age and find it lacking
abundantly
around.
I still wonder why
such a wise man is gone.
No rhyme or reason that I can read
although the mind logically seeks one out
when fools prosper
and prophets cease to breathe.

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