A Thick Head To Hit Against Bricks Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Underneath a wealth of knowledge,
I am 'suspected' to have...
Are layers of experienced ignorance.
And a stubbornness I once had.

There is nothing like a repeating of lessons.
And a thick head to hit against bricks.
Although I have never done this,
Cemented walls have stopped my fist.

Patience and the making of mistakes to face,
Saved me on a number of occasions...
With confronting obstacles I could not replace,
Or escape to find an exit.

And aging to scrap knees from crawling gets old,
Especially when defending excuses to be told...
With a relying on alibis to use as if no one could see,
The only one I hurt by a doing of this had been only me.

Underneath a wealth of knowledge,
I am 'suspected' to have...
Are layers of experienced ignorance.
And a stubbornness I once had.

There is nothing like a repeating of lessons.
And a thick head to hit against bricks.
To finally discover steel and concrete will not move,
Unless I have a plan with an intention to successfully do it.
With a using of my 'brain' to initiate steps to implement the doing.

And aging to scrap knees from crawling gets old,
Especially when defending excuses to be told...
With a relying on alibis to use as if no one could see,
The only one I hurt by a doing of this had been only me.

There is nothing like a repeating of lessons.
And a thick head to hit against bricks.