Yes, I'm Blogging A Poem Even Though It Is Incredibly Precocious

Speak

When you are young,
Everything you say is true;
Seeped in meaning that's
Too clever for you.

When you are older,
The words aren't yours;
When you find them buried
In your CD drawers.

When you are old,
Everything you say is true;
But bloated with experience,
Who will listen to you?