For every one thing I know
There’s ten things I don’t, and
Out of those few things I know
I only understand one out of
A hundred. What’s left is the
Little knowledge I possess. On
The grand scale it’s little more
Then a speck of dust. Still I
Hold my intelligence like a treasure
Never to be let go. For in it I
Mark my curses and blessings.
In this fashion I’ve come to gain
The tiniest of wisdom, it’s smaller
Then my speck of knowledge but
Its worth to me infinite. When
I was a boy my Father told me
Wisdom is just knowing how stupid
You really are. I think he was right.