The Young Philosopher Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I kiss your noble forehead now
where precious thoughts hide near your brow,
they're neither sold nor are they bought
though some are very finely wrought.
It must be said that on the whole
no daylight shines into my soul.
If you are fond of some prestige
you'll know the term Noblesse oblige
which has to do with Herr Nobel
his forehead had attached a bell,
so, I suggest I do the same
the bell will feature my full name
and you, when time is on your side
could peek in first and then decide
to enter and then stay awhile
and being a true xenophile
this would indeed be up your alley
which, in the end will make all tally.
Feel free and check for any thought
that could perhaps be sold or bought
and don't forget all this is free
for those who look inside of me.