Of the ways of people it does seem so true
That most of us have a secret or two
That even with our nearest and dearest we will never share
And though that secret would not damage our reputation beyond repair
I once heard a wise woman say she looked gray and old
That a secret is no longer a secret if to one it is told,
The more I learn of life the more I come to realize
That some men though ageing have not grown more wise
No fool like an old fool and why should I deny
That those words in some ways to me too apply
And the more I learn of life the less I know I know
And the older I become the more forgetful I grow.