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"I Can Count All the Certainties on One Hand"
by Max PhineasWe were children
We knew the world
The color of sky
The smell of summer-sprinkled grass.
We knew everything.
We were teens
We questioned the world
Challenged God
And our parents...
We are adults
Caught in the gray,
An unliftable fog
We sing of uncertainty
We know nothing. 08/22/2007
Author's Note: I think that the more we learn, the less we know...But what do I know? I\'m still learning...
Posted on 08/23/2007
Copyright © 2026 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/27/07 at 03:27 AM Kind of reminds me of CSN&Y's "Teach Your Children." You're poetry has always been wise beyond your years. Even as an adult, I've seen things about life through your eyes that I never realized at your age or my present one.
~Chelle~ |
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