This Little ThingA Poem by Randolf Ramos
This little thing,
larger than life, the gracious pursuivant of journey with quirks on its gait. This little thing, which one believes, in doubt That find no meaning when no meaning sprout Which grip a tree that seek the sun emaciate on mud, nurtured on fertile ground. Leading to somewhere tell the right way If in itself is right your way's recalescent light It'll tell what's yes or not The two will lead you through And will always make you think you're right Philosophy, so little, I wonder what it might. © 2010 Randolf RamosAuthor's Note
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