The secret to it all,
If only I could get it out in a sentence,
And live it as well,
But as it happens my throat constricts,
And I find I have nothing to say,
And though the life I live is jolly good,
It also feels awful lonely that way,
And if others knew the secret, anyway,
Another would have to take its place,
Because it's just the nature of true wisdom,
That it's possessed by a fraction of the populace.
And it's alright,
Because I really know nothing,
And that can be proved by listening to me,
When I actually try speaking.
No comments:
Post a Comment