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
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
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
Many things we think we know, we don’t.
We could be more cautious, but we won’t.
People do not know that they don’t know,
And don’t even suspect
It could be so
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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