The Sluice

New knowledge needed…

There is so much I do not know
Or do not understand;
And knowledge seeps in slowly, like
A sluice that’s full of sand

For I would take in more; I find
Much I have is outmoded —
The sluice I have’s not working right,
It’s like it’s overloaded —

The lake that I’ve become is old,
It really needs improving;
But I must unjam something, so
To keep the water
Moving

On Different Ground

It’s still out there to be found.

The world is different than it was.

There’s no need to complain:

For things are always changing, and

The old becomes arcane

 

The library, for instance, was

A magic place to go:

But it’s a place that some kids now

Will never get to know

 

There’s knowledge and connection — it’s

Still out there to be found —

But many younger people will

Find that

On different

Ground

Every Truth

A different tale.

If every truth I knew, I told,
I’d tell a different tale;
Of strength found in fragility,
Of stems unbowed by hail

For life is big, and merciless,
And friends are far and few –
But every truth that I might tell’s
Already known by you

If every truth that ever breathed
Could sing its song out loud,
There would be such a melody
As would attract a crowd

For life is grand, and beautiful,
And rarely gets its due –
But every truth that I might sing
Is known by me and you

To be a living, dying thing;
A Bonjour and Adieu
Yes, every single earthly truth’s
Already known
By you

The Science of Understanding

I keep trying to figure this out.

I study hard
To try and see
The reasons why
That you and me –
In anything
We do at all –
Will stumble first,
And lastly fall.

The world is wide,
And we are small.
The plans we make –
They often stall.
For “Life” there’s no
Master’s Degree;
Why do we keep
Such certainty?

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