by Ken Harnisch

Let not the poets always savage age

It brings wisdom, finally, even to the dense

And softens wild passions, even rage

And makes the mad emotions less intense

So soulful permutations find their way

To minds so firmly in the grip of fire

And the wiser, quieter man I am today

Is much better off, and even now inspires

But it was no vacuum in which this man was birthed

Nor sageness layered on with just the years

No, the best of what I was came slow, unearthed

Sediment by sediment, with wisdom’s tears

And each one I spilled made me a better man

Whom, tomorrow, I hope I’m better than    


Posted on 09/03/2003
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/03/03 at 06:16 PM

Tremendous wisdom that I feel will grow on me more and more as I count the days of my birth. Excellent observations.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/04/03 at 12:06 AM

This is a great poem, Ken.. :) Self-acceptance isn't easy to come by but I know tomorrow you WILL be better than what you were yesterday. Great work.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 09/04/03 at 12:59 PM

There is a quiet acceptance of life running like a river through this. I think my favorite lines are these "No, the best of what I was came slow, unearthed Sediment by sediment, with wisdoms tears" Reading them brings tears to my own eyes.

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 09/25/03 at 01:16 AM

I find myself doing the opposite... looking back into the year before and wishing "if I could only still..." Hopefully I will take a bit of this wisdom along with me ;)

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