for Copthorne Macdonald
April 1, 2016
If I were seeking truly to be wise,
I’d need at first to clearly recognize
Just what the opposite of wisdom is,
Misleading us from true sagacious bliss.
Some say it’s folly, some stupidity,
A waywardness that’s our proclivity
That only growing wise can rectify,
A moral compass on which to rely.
And now, since seeking wisdom is my aim,
It properly behooves me to proclaim
That even on this day named after fools,
It’s rightly true sagacity that rules,
And if we can commit to growing sage,
Humanity at last may come of age.