Seeking Wisdom

Seeking Wisdom by Ann Gordon Listen, oh ye, to the wise And take heed in what they say; But don’t envy them their wisdom: It came with a price hard to pay.

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A muscleman works mighty hard For those ripples on his chest, And beauty queens must steam and primp To appear their very best. Assets we admire come not free To those who receive the praise; They’re the yield of pain and worry, Of tedious nights and days.

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The man who achieves great wisdom Should be revered most of all, He paid dearly for this possession -As he strove, he did often fall.

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Wisdom comes to no one lightly, She’s elusive and bereft. Just when one thinks he’s grasped her He finds, once again, she’s left.

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You can find wisdom in the city, Or in the desert so red. But when ambient noise is lessened, You can hear the voice in your head. I sought wisdom near a mesa, On a night that was dark and cold. “I want the truth,” I shouted, Not knowing what would unfold. I prayed for wisdom as a youth “To find the truth,” I thought; But my trek was strewn with peril, I grew somber the more I sought. For wisdom to gain, a heart must be A portal to torment’s bed. So I fled in fear, my life too dear, And forsook this search with dread.

Years later at last I return To the land so red and dry, As I camp beneath that mesa, I ask nothing, not even ‘Why’.

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‘Tis quicker said than done, my friend, Getting wisdom, even with age; But inwardly we all decide To be bureaucrat – or sage.

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© 2007 Published in Glyphs III Moab, Utah