The Path of Knowledge

Our search for perfect knowledge has led us Through a perilous journey, from the scotching sun Of the distance river in the Savannah Across oceans, and snow white Mountains of the Yankees Some drank from the fountain of knowledge And were gratified by it relish But I seek the waterfall that leads To the abyss of wisdom Where She takes her clean bath of justice, fortitude, honesty, and temperance And dries her body with moderation I must strive to conquer time So that my dreams of seeking her May not by put to slumber By the inevitable visitors of our lives I seek her who does not choose colour She embraces even the coloured We must all ask for Her humble halcyon hand in marriage Irrespective of our religion, age, or race They can only hide her from us But cannot stop us from seeking her We must all strive to conquer time So that our dream will not be put to slumber For all poetry soup Scholars, keep acquiring wisdom in writing poems