, How Small We Are Poem by Louise Tredoux

Realizing we have little money, I’m
happy to stay where I am, I don’t
want to visit tourist attractions to
join the culture-vultures, happy to
be a spirit free

Enjoying life with my loved one with
me; I do not want to use my beloved
like a mercenary, only create a safe
haven against all of life’s storms; he
enjoyed my fantasies

He knows I don’t need money, jewels
or overseas trips - only to love and to
hold, to laugh and to scold when he
forgets ‘We learn too late, How small
we are -

- How little we know! ’


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'How Small We Are; How Little We Know'
................Song By Earl Wilson, Jr.

We laugh, we cry,
We live, we die,
and when we're gone, the world goes on.
We love, we hate, we learn too late,
How small we are, how little we know.

We hear, we touch, we talk too much,
of things we have no knowledge of.
We see, we feel,
yet can't conceal,
How small we are, how little we know.

See how the time moves swiftly by,
We don't know how, we don't know why.
We reach so high, and fall so low,
The more we learn, the less we know.
Too soon the time to go will come,
Too late the will to carry on,
And so we leave too much undone,
How small we are how little we know.