As a child who knew nothing of the world, I boldly declared that John was wrong to leave his love behind.
I am still a child who knows nothing of the world. And John was still wrong, even more than I knew or know now.
As a man who lost all of their once-abundant strength, I meekly donned a bathrobe when my own legs failed me.
I am still a man bereft of strength. And those bathrobes still keep me warm, a reminder of my inevitable fate.