The Wisdom of Age

Then it hits you, the stunning realization
that your mind is a work in progress; in
itself a reality you are no stranger to
having accompanied your mind through
a lifetime of exposure to world events
both great and monstrous and as an avid
reader of news and literature of every
stripe you've stuffed your mind with
massive amounts of intelligence, some
challenging that nomenclature, but for
the most part the recipient of reams of
information and proxy experiences all
of which have formed your impressions
of those sharing the globe with your
singular self. No, it is not those reliable
sources, companions throughout your
life that you suddenly understand have
had a magnitude of knowledge-sourcing
enabling you to dredge up from deep
within recalled learning episodes, but
through your children from the time they
exercised the prerogatives of sentience to
the present and even then the picture is
not complete, for in step their children to
guide you anew through the intricacies of
another knowledge base whose particulars
they casually impart, re-framing the wisdom
attributed by custom to the wrinkled elderly.