RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
As I Grow Old
As I grow old the less I know
The more I understand
As I grow old the knowledge
Gathered over years of hard toil
Crumbles like sandcastles at high tide
Knowing this I understand that knowledge
is a temporary state of certainty
It falters over time
It trips on mounds of inquiry
It rusts for lack of care
As I grow old the less I know
The more I understand
The ceaseless march of science
Bends knowledge to its knees
What once dwelled beyond all doubt
In the land of holy grails
Enlightened and revered
Like saintly signs of ecstasy
Forgotten and verboten
Discarded in the wastelands
Where fallen angels weep
As I grow old the less I know
The more I understand
There are those among us
Who dare to rise above
Who doubt the very essence of
the center of our being
Who challenge every platitude
Who bring the towers to extinction
Who build a new foundation
To give birth to greater glory
and live to tell a story of decline
As I grow old the less I know
The more I understand
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