summer through spring's eyes

I'm a little tired of worries
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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