The More I Know
The more I know of nothing,
The less I understand.
The hourglass has flipped over,
We fall like grains of sand.
The gift of life is fleeting,
Knowledge a strange brew.
Our grain of sand oblivious
Of when it will fall through.
I feel the need to question
When taking such a view,
Will someone flip the hourglass
And start it all anew?.
Copyright © Jo Ann Starker | Year Posted 2016
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