The Shadow

They say with age, follows wisdom

Stalking its host, a silent predator

Lurking in the shadows of the unconscious

Biding her time.  Waiting.

Oh, when will enlightenment strike.

She makes allowances for failure,

And is blind to the unknown. 

She is open to new ventures, with

A watchful eye, for her judgements

Are made, after the fact.

Her intuition, however

Never wavers.  She has time

As her defense.  In-tune, but

Out-of-touch, a paradox

confusing many a youth.