Answers–sought after for a lifetime,
Ebbing and flowing,
Never concrete.
~
Arms outstretched,
We reach…reaching…
Still always just out of our grasp.
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Ignorant, we think our quest has ended,
Circumstances change,
What once was gospel dissipates.
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We think ourselves wise,
But mere fools are we,
Not knowing that we know nothing.
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Time has proven our innocent arrogance,
Dumbfounded,
We lumber on.
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Still this is not new to mankind,
As antiquity portends,
Locked in this eternal struggle.
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In our end we may finally realize,
We are not so unlike those that came before,
Seeking, yet failing to understand what this all means.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Terrific poem
Thanks WB.
we always try to know everything – but in the end – we realize we know not much at all:) Of course, there are those people in the world who “know everything there is to know” – uh oh – i may be onto another one of my headache poems:)
Go for it! Go for that headache poem, you know it’s just waiting to come out. :)
I know;) but may be I do not know……
wonderful tanka, I have one I am going to post. They are challenging , fine job here.
I just read it and loved it. I really enjoy writing this form. :)