Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
You are wise, William, if at dawn you see the light and realize that you need to fix that hole in your roof...soon~
Then again, at night there are the stars to consider. I wouldn’t want to offend any of them.
WisdomWhen once the changing world we understoodwhose laws we knew were permanent and clear,when once distinct the shades of bad and goodand 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 dayand we were never troubled by confusion,it was then that we were young and then we knewa simple world observed with simple eyes,but as we lived and learned and older grewthe less we understood and so grew wise.For wisdom is no more than finding trueThat, after all, we never had a clue.Copyright 2005 - Evolving: Poems - 1965-2005, Gary B. Fitzgerald
Yes. And there you have it. Thanks, Gary.
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