Wisdom

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 15, 2021 

Wisdom.
What price?
What price
must be
paid?
Paid
for the
attainment 
of wisdom.
Mistakes.
How many?
How many
must be
made for
wisdom
to arrive?
Pain.
How much?
How must
pain must
be endured?
Endured for
wisdom.
“Thinker”
carved in
stone.
How many
cuts,
needed?
Sculptor’s
hammer
and chisel 
pounding
away.
How many
years
must be
suffered
through
before 
wisdom 
arrives?
Wisdom,
true wisdom
the culmination 
of the
torturous 
road.
An
arduous 
journey.
What price
needs to
be paid?

 

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