Thoughts, Judgement, and Lucidity
concerning the lucidity
in which my thoughts occur.
Could my judgments possibly
not be what they were
in my earliest of years,
those in which all appears
in an air of simplicity,
an air that surely clears
in the presence of maturity?
And could it be the truth
that those well in their youth
thrive in untouched minds
and indulge in a sweet tooth
for new discoveries and finds?
Yet, when they pass from new to old,
just as their thoughts become too bold,
their minds—as sand to precious pearl--
are shaped into an ancient mold
and sent to understand the world.
And the way they once perceived
is left behind and unbelieved,
written off as imagination,
only to be, again, achieved
in elderly mental degradation--
the rise and fall of every peak.
And, for those whose minds are unique,
could their thoughts, years ahead,
be heard as truth their thinker speaks
and valued before that thinker’s dead?