Turnplow

It isn't who or what you know, but how—

the whys will come when wheres aren't gold to earn:

you love your fellow man and love him now.

Take pains to grow, unbend what you allow,

And ask to seek instead of just to learn;

It isn't who or what you know, but how.

Expect the best but never seize a vow—

Befriend the lakebed while the waters churn.

You love your fellow man and love him now.

The stars that crawl the climes above the prow

Will wash you home with waysides to discern.

It isn't who or what you know, but how.

Enjoy the act, let others take their bow,

But sing us solace from the lonely stern.

You love your fellow man, and love him now.

Confound lagoons, go cross to salt your brow,

and dance the rain to where the cities burn.

It isn't who or what you know, but how.

You love your fellow man and love him now.