Never let your knowledge work against you...
where it becomes weighty,
heavy with an edge of despair.
Too many carry around a chip on their shoulders.
Who needs despair?
Who needs pushy information that has no balance with joy? ? ? ?
Beauty, music, hobbies, gardening,
walks and easy going things keep us from smelling the poop......
So many intellectuals need a psychiatrist.....
it's summer, lighten up.
If your knowledge is crushing you
then find the wisdom to carry it with balance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem