Nuance

Have I been aging rapidly? Perhaps,
But maybe wisdom, loping after me,
Is finally approaching. I can see,
Where once I saw nothing at all but gaps,
Some nuance of an inkling: luggage straps,
A rueful glance, a stolid gallantry,
Reflective pauses, creativity,
Uncertain queries, and extended naps.

It's not your heritage that gives you clout,
Nor wealth nor favour carry any sting;
It isn't whether you can dance or sing,
Or how much loving you can do without:
It's all about the nuance, all about
The delicately thoughtful questioning.