as you go along in life
you realize that it's less and less
about
education,
about degrees
or schools, books, tests.
the profession means little
when you
see how so many lives are wrecks.
how often there is unhappiness
in the corner
office,
the picture window,
the yard,
the house along the shore,
glossy photos framed and aligned
on the oak desk.
how often there is no common sense.
no life examined from within.
so much studying, achieving,
conquering, gathering, gathering,
all the while,
as the unseen world turned.
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