The wisdom of the world is in a verse.
The mystery of life is in a book,
for poets re-create the universe
in every rhyme. It may be worth a look
into the bank of poetry, the vault
containing all the poems ever born
and all the clever words meant to assault
our muddled brains. For surely verse is torn
directly from the living mind of Man
presented red and dripping--with a smile,
the mask of jesters since this world began--
that men may read these words of wisdom while
they're pulsing with emotion, seeking morals--
or resting, warm and comfy, on their laurels.
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