Don’t Be Too Sure

An English bitter is mellow
an Oregon bitter is intense
the bitter of spring and fall
where there are real seasons
makes sense to us all.

[chorus]
You thought you knew until
experience came out stillborn
and you traded like the rest of us
knowledge for wanderlust.

With the nose of a black bear
the viewpoint of his friend the owl
the dweller in the wild sees, hears
the disjointed red pantomime
that makes sense through the years.

Some of us are nickels
the brighter ones are dimes
our children, copper and useless
fill our pockets and enrich
us all with their senselessness.

You thought you knew until
experience came out stillborn
and you traded like the rest of us
knowledge for wanderlust.

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