In the tapestry of life, threads are spun
With every step, a lesson is begun
Older doesn't mean wiser, age is but a number's guise
Maturity's measure lies in the heart's quiet surprise
The hardest skill to learn, a silent art
Listening's discipline, not everyone's heart
Expectations bloom like flowers in the night
Disappointment's bitter taste, a fruit without the light
Silence speaks volumes, a respond to none
A choice to ignore, or simply not begun
Less is often more, simplicity's gentle hush
In the stillness, wisdom's whispers are brushed
Mind your own path, avoid the swirling...