And it’s poignant, isn’t it,
That the finest things
You can learn haven’t any
Genuine and permanent
Kind of benefit.
You’ll get over it.
Nothing of experience
As you’ve experienced it
Was anywhere near
Genuinely permanent.
You’ll go on learning.
It’s endearing, isn’t it,
The scholar’s candle burning
The last bit of wick in it.
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