Foolosophy I know that I know nothing more than you, for neither of us know a single thing of relevance; I opt not to accrue vast knowledge as the price is danger’s sting. All blissful days are built on ignorance, so I forego the chance to grow aware, maintaining vacant-brained indifference, for insight is a blight---a twit’s nightmare! I breeze through bonehead days spent in a haze; I’m blessed with less ‘cause less is always more. It’s here our kindred witlessness parts ways; your faculties are governed by a flaw. I know that I know nothing and rejoice; your knuckleheaded days aren’t blessed with choice. A Half-Baked Rondeau Redoublé I’m far from young enough to know it all. With age my inner sage has paled and died. My dimmer, dumber cerebellum’s fall leaves ever-clever youth aloof and snide. My egghead days and ways have flipped and fried, and I’ll admit my wit has hit a wall. The taunt of truth is loath to be denied— I’m far from young enough to know it all. My teenage mind was keen to wage a brawl with bores I deemed to be unqualified to comment on my canny wherewithal. With age my inner sage has paled and died. I burned to learn from each scholastic guide. At twenty there was plenty to enthrall. Elitist cheaters twisted trust and lied— my dimmer, dumber cerebellum’s fall. My noggin’s often slogging to recall when acts and pacts and facts were bona fide. My sprawling view, now shrunk to minuscule, leaves ever-clever youth aloof and snide. I ponder times when life was amplified with certainty my dreams would never stall— that joyride of a green and prideful tide, denied because I do not know it all; I’m far from young enough. Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets).