In search of sagacity

A novice, I remain in

The field of life, day by day

I continue in my quota

Of apprenticing. Forever,

Or so it seems.

Age, a number I rack up

But wisdom, does it bring

Remains to be seen. I

Lay in wait for the

Epiphany, days of gray hair

Becoming of the learned.

 

Poetic Asides Prompt