I THINK
I THINK
You know
How it is
Of course
You know something
… At 6
… At 16
… At 36
… At 56
And at each point
What you “know”
Is vastly deeper
Than earlier knowings
Yet nothing has changed
It was always there
To been known
But you weren’t yet
Posted on March 18, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged Foolishness, Opinions, Uncertainty. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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