My dream porch
is somewhere
with the rocker
and the banjo
that I haven't
learned to play
yet
and the Wisdom I await
it's lurking around
the corner
in the branches
of an ancient oak.Someday they may
come to me
and ask
and will I say
your lover clown
will make you
laugh and bring you
joy
and make you cry
and bring you
sorrow
or shall I say
do it anyway
for that is
life
or do I
in my Wisdom
say nothing?What good is a Widsom
that sits on the porch
rocking and
playing a banjo
and saying Nothing?My wisdom says
perhaps there's
too much talk
and not enough
banjo pickin'.
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