The Sage Poem by Albert Ahearn

Alone, aloof atop a hill they’re lived
A sage whose renowned insight I sought
To gain. Trekking, trudging I soon arrived
Exhausted- Price to pay for abstract thought.
Upon my reaching wisdom's only door
I ventured-dared- an undertaking knock.
“Who’s seldom rap I hear, I implore? ”
He asked. “A knowledge seeker, please unlock
The mysteries of life, I‘m looking for.”
“You that entreats abstruse profundity
Request to borrow secrets from my door? ”
“Yes master, my climb was steep and weary.”
“You’re a fool! Your effort was all in vain.
Wisdom's door is closed until it’s gained.'