Learning still…

To know the sound of a robin or a pukeko call

To see a sycamore whizzer and collect conkers at fall

And to know that inspite of it all

I know nothing.


I was given eyes to enjoy the sunset at eve

Ears to hear the geese call as they leave

And I know I can smell a storm on the breeze

and yet I know nothing.


I know for sure the road is long and winding still

And that whatever the weather we must do what we will

To better the lives of others with our goodwill

And still I know nothing.


As each day passes by of this I am sure

There are interesting things and I need to learn more

There will always be a wonderful allure

To learning still.


©Alison Jean Hankinson.

This is for d”verse poetics.


Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

16 thoughts on “Learning still…”

    1. A very wise lady in NZ and a very lovely funny lady, told me that “You don’t know what you don’t know” and it was like opening a box of tricks and treasures, suddenly life was full of endless possibilities. XXXX


  1. The world would be a better place if people recognized your mantra in this poem. It is because we think we know something that we have all the troubles we have around us.

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  2. I’ve always said the day I feel there’s nothing new to learn will be the day I’m finished with this chapter of my life voyage! You’ve expressed it well.

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