Curiosity's Footprints
Walking in curiosity's footprints,
I wander through life like a beachcomber.
But I place wit above trinkets and chintz,
seeking thinkers and poets like Homer.
Many see me as a shiftless roamer,
but I am anything but commonplace.
Creation showed me God's creative face,
and my soul encouraged me to see more.
Humanity defines the human race;
godlike, with a predilection for war.
I value my memories more than gold,
flashes of how it felt to be alive.
For recollections can't be bought or sold;
they're private places where emotions thrive;
shifting conscious thoughts into overdrive.
I don't follow fools who would burn witches;
I've more respect for those who dig ditches.
Diogenes searched for an honest man
amongst the schemers, counting their riches;
and though more optimistic, I'm a fan.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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