In natural age.

Sonnet type.

IN NATURAL AGE.

Does one age to distinction’s quality
That wisdom is common to nature’s grey
Or does one question one’s own sanity
That wisdom is sanity gone astray

Does a slight zephyr gravitate to storm
Given to time‘s allowed aggravation
If that is circumstance, weathering’s norm
Then is life to normal calibration

Are we to energy’s phenomena
That we age to cloudy deterioration
All the wiser, the high and commoner
That grey becomes gold in estimation

Comes with age is nature all the wiser
That we are to all youth the advisor