Humbled again by lack of knowledge
By the vastness of the universe
Personal or objective
Forgetting myself and my idea
Of leaving behind something
Tangible or transcendental
Children and a poet’s stab
How can my humble ideas
Be compared to a mountain ?
The only one one must
Compare to is oneself
On better days or younger
The rest is futile
But one could aspire
And be inspired.
On reading Eleanor
By David Michaelis
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