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A Little About A Lot

A Little About A Lot

by Nabih Saliba

To know a lot about a little
Or a little about a lot
Is a thing we should consider
But in practice often not

Know a lot about a little
And it’s one thing that you’ve got
But your view might be quite narrow
Like a cage for every thought

Fill your head with many subjects
Then an expert you are not
As your knowledge can be shallow
When a little about a lot

Should you aim to be an expert?
Try to master just one thing?
Then you’d have yourself a focused
Special kind of offering.

Do you wish to only sample?
Try to gather wide but thin?
Then when details are required
You’ll just offer up a grin.

Maybe what one should consider
Isn’t what they know or not
But what they know together
With the friends that they have got

For together we are smarter
Sharing fact and view and thought
On a lot about a little
Or a little about a lot

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