I am mostly confused.

I thought grey-haired grannies knew everything,
were fearless
and dispensed wisdom like gumballs.

But I am just tired,
worn down
and bewildered.

One day we curse and mourn.
The next day we bless and rejoice.

The world is going to hell,
but it’s been there for every generation.

Perhaps the wisdom of old age
is knowing this life is an impossible thing to hold
and letting go.