Friend of Wisdom
FRIEND of WISDOM
Philosopher, they call me,
Following Pythagoras of old,
A friend of wisdom it means and
Nothing more.
For years philosophy’s principles
I tried to understand and
For decades her ethics strived
To apply
Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Heraclitus
My subjects were, thus
Faithfully devoted to
Their teaching
With no success, I confess
From my part
But not because of a lack
Of trying
And now,
That my life's end, I discern clearer
By the day
To my horror came to realize
That although loyal a FRIEND of WISDOM
I have remained to this day
WISDOM herself NEVER thought of me
THE SAME WAY!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 January 2013
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
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