HOMO SAPIENS SAPIENS II
How silly to have thought that out of dust,
Of dirt, of mud, of clay there might arise
Spontaneously a creature with a lust
For life and the intent of growing wise.
And yet we’re here and doubly sapient,
Aware that we’re aware and aiming higher;
Though wisdom is not clearly evident,
It is the prospect toward which we aspire.
But still we’re far from mastering that art,
And folly, more than wisdom, seems our game,
And sapience means more than being smart,
But is a penchant for avoiding blame.
We’ll know we have fulfilled our destiny
When happiness is our propensity.