I used to learn from Dad and friends and books –
instructors taught me lessons now and then –
but Dad misplaced his mind, and grown it looks
like friends have given up and don’t intend
to add to knowledge. Teachers as a rule
are mediocre or too hard to find.
I’m never ready to return to school,
and yet I harbor stamina in mind.

I chewed the best of books long years ago.
I gleaned the written wisdom of my age.
I got a lot, but of what I don’t know,
I doubt the answer’s found on any page.
Of late my mate’s a toddler, and I see
and sense with him the world’s immensity.

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