When I was fifteen
adults seemed to lose their shine.
I saw cracks
in relationships,
flaws in their arguments.
I was sure
I could see things more clearly.
Were they losing their edge?
Were we teens just outpacing them?
Our answers so logical.
Age is a funny thing.
Life teaches us
over and over again
how little we understand
about others,
the universe.
Now,
I am less sure.
I wonder about the path forward regularly.
Waking each morning,
I can formulate
a whole new set of questions,
opening doors
to untraveled paths.
What a bore
is certitude.
Written along side of Yehuda Amichai’s “The Place Where We are Right”.
A Reading Life 
I love how you ended your poem. I felt weary at the start because you are right; adults lose their shine, certainly in comparison to youngsters whose eyes are wide with curiosity. But what a way to be! I hope we are always searching for answers to constantly arising questions.
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When our son was a teenager, my husband told him (during an argument) that he was as smart then as he was ever going to be. How much we (think we) know when we are young! Wonder what our young selves would think of us as our older selves?
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So much to think about in today’s post about–the older we get the less certain we become of others and ourselves. I like to hope we remain secure in our uncertainty. Well crafted and thoughtful poem!
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Beautiful and so true, Beth. And a coincidence—I posted today about constance and change, from teen years on up.
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