so much greater than cares
and gaining sharp wisdom in
sudden, painful shares
I want wisdom incrementally
measured, in grains
that come in piling up from living,
in day to day gains
knowing right, feeling right
in our bones, in our eyes
perhaps, come the autumn
we'll have grown more wise
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