The Loss of Wisdom
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
It flounces from their grasp, withers
Away in the solar wind it burns
Itself in the remnants of
What once was a beautiful mind,
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
In this instanced reality
Parallel our own treasured find
Whisked away on the breeze it yearns
Awhile for its past then thinks, as
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
These creatures of habit turn to
Only what they knew, will never know
The truth in starlight again nor the
Real beauty of the sun's glow
They mourn wisdom not yet learned
"Nolite umquam oblivisci"
*Took 5th place in the February 2012 International Poetry Soup contest.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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