"When I am Old!" 

The days, the hours 
Make time two towers 
To stand amid 
My thoughts, ahead 
Of which is here 
A jutting pier 
 
Over the water. 
 
The pier is now 
Where gods allow 
The young to see 
Future's great sea 
Stretching before 
A time of lore. 
 
Experience 
Is not my claim... 
Not yet, not yet... 
But I do pray 
 
I will have some 
Should the day come 
That I am old 
And, perhaps, bold: 
Able to show 
Just what I know. 
 
I pray it's so 
 
That I am wiser, 
A true advisor, 
And am not just 
Old and all fussed, 
Am not just bold 
When I am old.