I don't know anything, and that's okay.

It’s interesting to recall
how some years ago
in my twenties
and probably thirties
I thought I knew
so much
Was
so confident
So full
of myself
But now
as I approach
sixty
I realize
that
I don’t know
anything
at all.
And
that
is
okay.

And this is what I was thinking while gazing upon this beautiful iris growing in the front yard of a vacant house down the street.