There is No Ledge

A poem about knowledge

There is no ledge to knowledge, Littered with folders and facts and data, It’s not examining statistics, graphs, trend, And staying in the library a bit later.

A person is not wiser because they’ve studied, Book learning does not raise the bar. Sure these things are useful, needed, required. But they’re not a reflection of who you are.

You see, knowledge, it’s drawn from experience, In how you’ve lived — that’s how you learn. Knowledge is the accumulation of moments, It’s in the triumphs and trials that you earn.

To be clever is to know how to do life, How to live it fast, bold and secure. How to navigate through the darkness, And emerge in the sunlight once more.

An adult is not wiser than a child, Based on the books that they’ve read. It’s the experience that waits in the doorway, Whilst they tuck their child into bed.