The Man Who Claims To Know It All

Poem By Francis Duggan

There is nothing on which he does not have an opinion the man who claims to know it all
On politics and life and on history and on sports especially football
To others in knowledge he does feel superior but no fool like an old fool they say
Some men with age do not grow wiser they only grow arrogant and gray
That in life one never stops learning is something he does not seem to realize
And to know that there are many like him is not really any surprise
He feels he has nothing to learn on saying this the point he does miss
That every know it all in truth knows little and as is said ignorance is bliss
He is one that i do meet sometimes though thankfully not every day
On everything he has an opinion and on everything he likes to have his say
At least it can be said about him that he does not suffer of low self esteem
A know it all has nothing to learn at least this is how it does seem
He has an opinion on everything the man who claims to know it all
On politics and life and history and on sports especially football.

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