Uneasy Wisdom


Unlike that Athenian gadfly
I know, and I know that I know
And I also know
Joys of various hues
Have as much a claim on me
As any good ol’ sorrows
And I know that my lot
As that of all here
Is to be sitting on this seesaw
Until Newton’s First Law kicks in
And the seesaw is no longer seen.

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