When I was born, I understood,
All that there was to know,
And I would scorn, if any should,
Suggest this was not so.
Yet, as I grew, each thing I knew,
I questioned or forgot.
And now, one thing alone is true:
All that which I know not.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.