Saturday, November 5, 2016

What is wisdom?


And what is wisdom, but the hole in one’s roof, at the advent of dawn?



4 comments:

Jan said...

You are wise, William, if at dawn you see the light and realize that you need to fix that hole in your roof...soon~

William Michaelian said...

Then again, at night there are the stars to consider. I wouldn’t want to offend any of them.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Wisdom

When once the changing world we understood
whose laws we knew were permanent and clear,
when once distinct the shades of bad and good
and fear was all we thought we had to fear,

when once a narrow path before us lay,
straight and unobstructed by illusion,
when once our destination was plain as day
and we were never troubled by confusion,

it was then that we were young and then we knew
a simple world observed with simple eyes,
but as we lived and learned and older grew
the less we understood and so grew wise.

For wisdom is no more than finding true
That, after all, we never had a clue.

Copyright 2005 - Evolving: Poems - 1965-2005, Gary B. Fitzgerald

William Michaelian said...

Yes. And there you have it. Thanks, Gary.