Knowledge puffs up, the Apostle tells us,
To know a thing is not to live it out;
Experience teaches where memory fails us,
To do a thing is what it’s all about.
To listen, and to learn, without learning,
Regurgitating pearls as everyone sits;
To read, and sing, and pray without yearning,
Is one who looks in a mirror and forgets.
Chatting and gabbing, waxing thick and thin,
Displaying knowledge known to only some;
Picking it up where lesser talkers end,
To lead the charge, and beat the weary drum.
Yap, yap, yap, we have done enough talking,
Empty the streets created for walking.
