Wisdom

Wisdom
In my youth,
I found wisdom of the sages.
Simple, yet profound.
Strong, yet sincere.
They looked upon me
Glazed eyes piercing my skin
Callused hands prodding my flesh
Studying my soul and physique.
It was me they settled for,
These wise men who lived close by.
I traveled the roads between our houses
so they could impart proverbs and lessons
speak of life and love.
I was Learning,
Learning of myself, every moment
Yet when my teaching was done,
I was none the wiser.
I knew the lessons and tales.
I knew what was supposed to be.
But without a life of experience,
their meaning was lost.
But I now knew myself,
which is all anyone can ask for
when they find themselves wishing
they were a little bit wiser.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

Categories PoetryTagsLeave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s