For Thought

Listen to him whisper
That wise man speak
Slowly and deliberately
Lost in a world we seek

Grey hairs upon the haven
Root the secrets within
Old hands massage memories
And the whispers come again

Tongue slowly mumbles
Knowledge we implore
Exhausted he falls
Man upon the floor

We roll him out of sight
Review the notes and then
Satisfied with knowledge
We call the next man in

Press him for the wisdom
Life piece-wise imposed
Take our notes to death
Body must be disposed

You – wise one – next
Stand before us and amend
Our great book of knowledge
What else matters in the end?

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