Wisdom Of the Fallen

When calamity fell my lesson was learnt.

With the roof gone I had to know how to pitch a tent.

I ignored reproof and you can see by the dent.

With more stubborness dent turned to denture

And from denture to 'No teeth at all'.

Wisdom of a dead bird, ''flee the fowler'' .

Wisdom of a dead drunk,"Drive sober".

Damned is this kind of wisdom.

Rather take advice than be the dead wise.

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