"Once I knew everything," said the gaunt old man.
"Everything."
"You could show up with a quizzical look
and I would hand you several tasty answers
before the question mark ever left your puzzled mouth.
Good, self-assured days those were,
full of clever answers baked in my cast-iron stove.
I peddled my answers on street corners
and gave away what I couldn't sell."
Feels incomplete, but what do I know. I'm no longer young enough to know everything.
ReplyDeleteIncomplete. Yes. Now that we know less than anything, it makes everything beautifully incomplete.
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