Surely torrents of wisdom will find me
In the fastened ticking upon the wall
Tapping my fingers, no tangible key
Like a Facet of truth, heavy to haul.
There is a faint whisper up on high
Saying I’ll plummet, presenting my grief
Showing rotten and guilty relief.
No wisdom is without pain or mistake
No knowledge is gained through a life of retreat
Stand steady and firm, look pain in the face.
Learn to be kind, with mercy and grace.
And with years of persistence, you just may then meet,
The wisdom you wanted, and with that, the peace.
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