To the Wise
Fool spends days at rainbow's end,
in search of gold that's never been.
Frolic is the hour we all crave,
not a drop left in the grave.
Time better spent in study's hall,
wisdom there can be found by all.
Lives lived by older men,
jewels to younger doth they lend.
9/25/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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