The Wisdom Cup Poem by Lea Noir

The Wisdom Cup

The books say that with the years, there comes knowledge,
somehow I know now less than when I was a child.

I only know that the stars didn't shine anymore the way they used to.
I know there isn't only the good, the bad, and the ugly but the in-between.
Greying wolfs too tired to lead the pack, too lively to die.

Wednesday, July 19, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: dark side,wisdom
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The feeling of tiredness on a full-moon.
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