“We know nothing
until we know
everything.”
I opened a book to read
One night
Many thousands of pages
It was
I stopped after a good bit
And thought
I have caught the flavor
Of this
I will want to read more
One day
But this taste leads me to act
To love
Another soul read from
That book too
A different translation
As I suspect
And he read a good bit more
Than did I
Still leaving thousands of pages upon
Thousands more unread
But he turned to speak to me
In pitied tones
Mocking me for reading no more
Than I did
I do not think he discovered pride
In that book
And I still believe I shall read
More some day
And some day also
I do believe
My friend shall recall the taste
Of Chapter One
What a vast wealth of wisdom
Is as yet unrevealed
There is only one long book we read
In this life
But so often we mistake it for two
Or more
Jealously guarding the few words we
Know