The Cream Of The Crop Of Worriers Poem by RIC BASTASA

we thought we know because time has been so kind with us
we were silent though and pretended that what we know cannot hurt us
we were wrong
for every thing learned there is always a price to pay
pain in exchange of some nuggets of wisdom
anxiety for every knowledge that comes our way

those that do not desire to know are too lucky
they simply wait and do not worry at all
things come to them and they explain themselves
they simplify and what they do is just listen
they are not interested and they are not harmed

yes, look at those pigs, they do not know what pearls are
they do not have any worry that soon those who pretend to care for them
shall butcher them and eat them and feast on all of them

now do you regret that we are the cream of the crop of the worriers?