Searching for knowledge far and wide,
On the shoulders of giants we stand
To grind to dust our ego and pride.
The world turns slowly, time is sand
It’s only with the help of those before,
That has made the quest for knowing
Not so much as an onerous chore
But helpful for our survival.
IvP 2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem