He traced through the miles <br />surrounded by grasses, rounded by tares <br />of sweet sweat, energy and experience <br />in the voyage of life. <br /> <br />Hope what; that he’s a passenger <br />So stagnant in a moving thing. <br />By inheritage he is bold, <br />and a noble of lords, <br />having nay and yea done by them. <br /> <br />For him who slept timely <br />and penniless and him who is plentiful <br />but have slept, become children in a twinkle. <br /> <br />In eyeful the world is small <br />And upon the eye; the mouse. <br />For his wisdom is right betwixt light and night. <br /> <br />As for noble of lords whom by vain so bold <br />announces, come here, go there. <br />I can buy your spirit with a pound, <br />so evil allow and deny. <br /> <br />Obeying command to order. <br />Yes! Yes! ! Yes! ! ! <br />Staying lo the ray. <br />Centgrating to crouching earth. <br />Not at a time, swinging left nor right, <br />to the mind that is the mind. <br /> <br />And now he thinked it wisdom. <br />What a man dying as a child.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wisdom-in-darkness/
