The Spoke And The Sage Poem by William Teasley

A man sure of anything is surely right about nothing.

A prideful spoke preaching what he learned but once,
An enlightened sage lets wisdom flow inside like blood.
The spoke asks, 'What's the use of knowledge without giving it to town? '
The sage asks, 'What towns there have been that haven't been torn down? '

For it is man that holds the water prisoner,
It is man that breaches the rock beneath the soil.
It is man that believes he holds kinship over essence,
And essence will sweep away man and his teachings,
Like ash out the car window on the interstate.

So what is this script but another lifeless preaching?
For I am a spoke, and pride I'm seeking.
And I can draw you back that thin-veiled curtain,
But there is still one thing I know for certain:

A man sure of anything is surely right about nothing.