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The More We Learn The Less We Know For Sure
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It has taken a long time to learn that I’ve learned absolutely nothing
My empty brain, my evacuated heart and my abandoned arms
Exhibitions all,
Of my now deficient and completely inaccessible attention to detail
Thinking only of myself
I have lost everything that I had worked so hard to gain
Empty of meaning, devoid of value and bankrupted intellectually
I struggled to maintain my all too fragile ego
Above a grade of zero
For in the end …when ones glass should be filled to the lip with meaning
Mine is as empty as the bottle of cheap booze
That is resting in my deflated lap of luxury
While a flat screen high definition television nukes my paltry brain
Rendering me as void of plea as the cockroaches
Who steal my last thoughts of you…
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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Saturday, January 12, 2008 |
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Wednesday, January 30, 2008 |
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Comments about this poem (The More We Learn The Less We Know For Sure
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Linda Ori (1/12/2008 12:47:00 PM)
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How well I know this feeling! You hit your head against a brick wall enough times, you finally realize that you know less than you knew before. Still, it's a wise man who can admit that he doesn't have all the answers. That's what gas stations are for! Directions, anyone? ?
Linda :)
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Scarlett Treat (1/12/2008 10:23:00 AM)
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And speaking of being down and out....when even the 'cockroaches steal my last thought of you...' Ouch, this one hurts the mind to even consider. Well done, Ted, well done! !
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