The Curse

The Curse

I was Five, You were Eight

You always knew so much

Too much

My insights proven incorrect

My knowledge full of holes

Out by the woodpile

I had enough

I would not stand

I told you something you didn't know

Someday---One day, in Fact

I would grow older, taller

than you

I would be wiser

looked-up-to

 know all

and--it happened, I became

old and tall

and wise

now, omniscient but deficient

I was searching (remembering?)

all that I knew (and you knew?)

in never never land

when I was Five and You were Eight

PS I should have wished to know how to write poetry