Mr. Know All

Because he is so bright.
He thinks all his ways are right.
So he went only his way.
But, alas, he went astray!

He feels he knows everything
He doesn’t want to be taught anything
But indeed he is truly short-sighted
He who doesn’t want to be guided

Whether in his aggressive action
Or in his cool but calculated inaction
If he doesn’t want to hear out any body
He might end up becoming a nobody

Portraits of Mr Know All

“It’s my life; this is my world”
Will always be his word
But he forgets to remember
That one alone is too small a number.

He’s been planting the seed of loneliness
Sure he will meet with shameful ugliness.
If he doesn’t change now his ways
He’s heading for the way that never pays.

If he never learns from the rest
His abode will soon turn into a forest.
Cos he’s standing on the sand that sinks
He’ll end up in a hole that stinks.

Already, he’s heading towards destruction
Because he completely abhors instruction.
Soonest will be his day of reckoning
Clearly, to him the devil is beckoning.

Had he loved good instruction
He wouldn’t go in the wrong direction.
Could we then say all is well?
He’s gone farther than we can tell.

There might still be a way out
If for help he’ll open his mouth to shout
But his pride reaches the imposing sky
Like the Everest standing so high.


First published in two parts as “Mr Know All 1&2” on my Wise Poems blog.

©Copyright 2019 | Victor Uyanwanne

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