WORDS OF THE WISER oil on panel 30in. x 22in. ±76.2cm. x 55.9cm. ARTIST'S WRITING CLOSER DETAILS
WORDS OF THE WISER Time is a lake And my memories are swimming just barely below Memories Now mysteries From a long time ago A century has hidden the things I could show So who wants to hear the things I might know? A story, a tale, drama or myth Driveling noise, a scratching last wish I whisper both wisdoms and words that fly free Some sighs, some strains, some silk worthy keys Some sounds that mean nothing, and sounds that shed tears I wield the laurels and spoils Of one hundred some years Yet still I’m a boy, a child, hungry with fears Hear out my voice, though dying and cold Hear out my voice with love in your ears It may change your life As the end of mine nears My dying white lies My crying night skies Through life and through death, I stand in between I’m lost, alive, I’m more than I seem Listen, go forth Carry on my good dream