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(Knowledge, the art of knowing how to know.
Understanding, is being able to apply the knowledge in the real world.)

Don't Know Much

I don't know much, sitting here and putting words together,
rudimentary idle thoughts and finger picking at this computer...
but this morning in bed just awake I recognized
a Schumann Symphony on the ear set next to me.

I'm not a man who is a mystery, loved classical music in my life,
can't play an instrument but find joy in listening and I'm not out to sea.
The beauty of its sustenance yet haunts my inner plea...

I can't thread a needle, tools make a fool of me, mathematics is illogical,
secretarial ill at ease, I feed my cat, water my plants, do chores and such,
but knowing Schubert from Schumann is my forte, I do it every day...

My hearing is diminishing, as I get older is just barely okay...
yet while hearing intently the sight of knowledge is on display,
the world is full of beauty repeating itself, I have no dismay...

15th April, 2007

Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.

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