Day Forty-seven – Wisdom

Wisdom in an ageless soul
fights a battle always untold

for the conquests aim is not in the win
the assault is trying to avoid a sin.

At the end of time there is but yours
and what you loved left behind assures

all the rest just passes along
like a lovers quarrel in years to come.

Don’t look at my grey eyes and think you know
your youth and spring tide lacks seasonal snow

and is waiting for maturity yet unknown
and all those horrid little bloodsheds and woes.

For in this wisdom that I bear
is a price of suffering I should not share

go live and prosper, be at peace and joy
my tired old tales are but misery with coy.

For one thing I have learned through time
is that ignorance is bliss and knowledge a victimless crime.


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