A deep poem which bears reading and re reading to squeeze the last bit of juice out of.
Wisdom of whatever sort is transmitted and adapted to suit the prevailing audience. Education does not equal wisdom nor does age but it crops up in all sorts of unexpected places.
Now I am in the autumn of my yeras and wise enough to know how little I know I might just be seeing a faint glimmer of wisdom
I really liked this work but I wish you had found room for The Analects. I love Confucius, what can I say? Hey, when Jesus goes around quoting you, you have to be pretty smart huh? lol
i'm a wanna be poet, with synthetic words. Everything on this page is water soluble. I wish you could see my ink. It is blue, feathered and dreamy, leaking tar and setting everything on fire
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