I knew so much
I knew so much
when I was young,
so certain of answers
on the tip of my tongue-
that others wouldn’t heed
my sure wisdom, stung.
The older I got
the less I knew,
every passing year
my ignorance grew-
The blacks and whites
became gray and blue
Here in the quque
awaiting death’s call
I know at last
what I know is small;
I smile back at that child
who so knew it all.
So true. Love it. Thanks, Ray.
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