poems

They say

It's a credence of a sort

I say

Ok, makes sense. 

They say

It's a revolution on all fronts 

I say

Ok, adds up.

They say, 

Except it's also minor, 

I say, 

Ok, could agree. 

They say, 

It's a whole new way of being

I say,

I can try to understand.

They say

Overall it's a huge achievement

I say

Ok, i beget myself momentarily.

They said,

Look after yourself

I said

What for? I'm doing fine.

They said,

But who really are and what could be if you were ok

I say

Interesting thought of a sorts.

I say

So leave it be?

They say

Definitely.

So, ancient wisdom overrules

The eager beaver

And it's upwards

At the same time.

More sanely,

More realistically

But they insist

Keep dreaming

Keep trying to be knowing

One day they say

You'll get there.