Seven plus decades have taught me a lot,
Much of which I
have long since forgotten
Without ceremony
or such tommyrot
To bring me to
here where I belong.
One might say that
learning begins in the womb
And lasts until
flesh and bone rest in the tomb.
The struggle of
whether to use who or whom,
The difference
between right and wrong.
Schooling can help
just as sure as you please,
And books can
convey so much knowledge with ease,
As experience
gives with a taunt and a tease
Like the words of
a sad country song.
And just when I
think I know all that I need
Life throws me
pickles and spits out the seeds
Leaving me
clueless with nary a lead
Believing all
promise is gone.
But hope is a
butterfly flitting about,
Gathering nectar
his only concern
And I have a
wellspring of knowledge to scout
With evermore so
much to learn.
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