Colin F. Jones

KNOWLEDGE

Before birth I was not born,
After death I was dead.
In between this dusk and dawn,
Thoughts gathered in my head.

The wiser that my mind became,
As well, it older got,
That all that I had thought was gain,
In fact was simply not.

The more I think I know, the less,
I benefit from the thought,
For my death, I must confess,
Will leave me left with naught.