One Sweet Song
I grew up with philosophers
and never realized
how grandiose those thinkers were
before my very eyes
Neither had a Ph.D.
or similar degrees
or authored books that often took
supreme intelligence to read
They had no claim to fortune or fame
but simply, lived life well
from day to day and throughout the years
though I could never tell
The depth of all their thoughts and dreams
and how they navigated
through mud slides and rising tides
all the while, I was elated
Not privy to their tribulations
and mountain peaks to climb
in all their pains and aggravations
their spirits always shined
Reminding me of Socrates
and Plato in some ways
always finding peace of mind
despite some dismal days
Giving until their final ends
all the beauty and truth sublime
until they bequeathed this world to me
I was living as if half blind
But now I see their philosophy
all these tears and lightyears later
my dad and mom sang one sweet song
to me and our Creator.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2022
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