Who Knew
I sometimes find it hard to believe
that there is anyone more ignorant than me.
Listening to the drumline in an old song,
newly discovered patterns that go along,
although I have heard the piece countless times before.
I then learn there are many aware of such lore.
I listen to two women talk and realize the edge
and the depth of their assumptions and knowledge
of the human condition far exceeds that of mine,
despite I so exceed them in years of time.
I often wonder how many tolerate
and humor me for old time's sake,
and secretly think, "Well, maybe someday,
someday, he will finally find his way.
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