WHAT WE’LL NEVER KNOW

One thing I’ve learned on my sabbatical
Is, having lots of time to read and mull,
To search and probe, reflect and cogitate,
I have an appetite that life can’t sate.

There’s no end to my curiosity,
Nor were there two or even ten of me
They were too few to study all I would,
Much less to learn and master all I should.

So since I’m bound to die thus incomplete,
How may I reckon this as not defeat
But victory of a sort I can enjoy,
Leaving a legacy time won’t destroy?

Perhaps it’s this, a verse that may endure
Not for its truth but what it shows obscure.

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