WISDOM

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Wisdom was so lazy coming to me.

Like the midday shade of dwarfed stones, so reluctant.

It finally did,    

Brought with it a mirror.

‘What took you so long?’ I asked.

‘I was waiting for you to do as much look my direction,

You hardly ever glanced.

I was on the way all this while awaiting as much as a glance.’

It didn’t matter anymore.

Wisdom got here; slowed me down too.

Just as well, I keep wondering;

What was the rush?

I haven’t grasped half the answers but I am sure of one thing:

This embrace is forever.

© December 2020


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