The Eternal Quest for KnowledgeA Poem byA young girl stands in the dark, In a shadow covered room. As she traces rows and rows of books far beyond her room. The love of all her knowledge Is like an eternal flame, Never starting, never ending, And never ever staying the same. Now the girl has grown, And her heart has gotten bruised. But she still loves all her knowledge, The one thing that she counts on to
always be there. She walks down the rows and she picks
up a book. Her eyes grow red with wanting For now she has gotten hooked. Now this red haired girl is all grown, They say she’s as smart as she can be, But she knows that that’s not true. For the knowledge is all she can see. It’s almost an addiction, The quest to know it all, But she knows that she’s no nearly
there. She’ll never hit that wall. For even if she lives, until the end
of time. It’s the eternal
quest that’s impossible to find. © 2011Author's Note
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