No More
No more the ennui of ages;
And less of these incessant struggles.
Piles and piles of hungry pages
Await my honorable peruse!
And this duty I'll seek to obey
Seeking to establish the forsaken way
Of letters that men shun.
All toils of rough weather and sun
I'll love and hug as others evade until it's found the hidden Grai
That unmasks the heavenly traill!
I'll turn the blessed pages that carry high
The concealed treasure of knowledge,
And bid all idiocy bye
And ever stick to the unpopular way!
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2011
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