Summin It Up (Poetry)

They say with age comes wisdom
but really, what do they know?
Age brings unbidden odd ideas
which just as quickly go

As for facts — what certainty
is there to guarantee
what we have learned is absolute
and not some fantasy?

And can we believe the things we see
so map out Wonderland
with every honest detail sharp
no crafty sleight of hand?

I doubt it all — I doubt myself
and worse as time goes on
I can’t rely on man nor beast
to tell me that I’m wrong

No answers now yet questions come
and queue like famished birds
when all I have to offer them
are scraps — old crumbs of words ...