The Less One Knows-The Surer One Is Poem by Bryan Taplits

I recall there was a time
When all was sweet sublime
But then came obstacles untold
And soon Winters came too cold.

Friends would give him 'the truth'
But he felt their 'truths' too loose,
And soon the swords of his business knew no bounds-
In those times of babeled sounds.
And he was counseled by his friends to replace his on-ramp to success-
With their byways that only led to more of a mess.

Although all advice was forwarded by friends-and all
blithely given-
To our father who still was driven,
To find success with little cost
So he still strained towards his highway-and much to his surprise-came to a little less loss.
But yet his aides were more sure of what should be his trail
Guiding him toward paths that led to nowhere.
So he backtracked towards his original tracks-
And now he need never look back!
His days now are in perpetual bloom-
While his timid counselors chirp still confident-
each in their own close and under-sized stained rooms.