Older now.
Do I dare say old;
yes, okay, old.
And wiser?
Each night the events and words of the day rotated,
a sluice gate opens
and more knowledge is allowed to escape.
You ask my advice;
I give and am wrong ‒ again;
there are experts, historians on both sides of every conflict
and still it is the old wars that occur.
Because, in the end, everyone follows their now
no matter the age-old mistakes
and when, again, you ask my advice, I will keep mum
until I give it.
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