The Failing Of 'Wisdom' Poem by Lillian P.k

The Failing Of 'Wisdom'



I am a solemn poet,
Of wise sayings do I speak,
I sit upon my stool each day
And think of things to think

I am solemn poet,
Of virtues do I write,
Until the day I discovered wine
And began to reach new heights

I am a solemn poet,
I soar high each day,
Even off the side of a cliff,
Oh, 'What a pity I couldn't fly away! '

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