. Wisdom When young I dreamed of someday being wise, And pictured brilliant input holding sway. But via jolts of life now realize, There’s wisdom also in what you don’t say. . . No One Fully Measures Up No one lives life precisely by my standards. No one does just what I believe should be. No one performs exactly as I’m wanting. No one includes, unfortunately, me. . . Memory I only needed four things at the store, But came home to discover what I’d missed. And I forget stuff at the grocer’s too, Despite the fact I have a written list. A friend says at this age that’s how it is, So he’s decided he no longer cares. But it still drives me nuts when I must guess, Exactly why it was I came downstairs. . . Russel Winick recently started writing poetry at nearly age 65, after ending a long legal career. He resides in Naperville, Illinois.