What have I learned? What do I know?
The thoughts that mystify me so,
A handful of knowledge, the title I’ve won,
As Jack of All Trades and master of none.
And if Socrates was to question my head full of stuffing,
I’d have to admit that I probably know nothing.
But I think if Mae West gave some thought to it,
It’s not what I do but rather how I do it.
So I’ll tell you not how to dress or what to say,
But do it all in such a way,
That in this world there will be something more,
Than what had been there before.
An energy, a sparkle, a random thought,
A lesson which can be learned but never taught.