I am ripe with the wisdom of my sand acquired age
I am ripe with the wisdom of time grey haired age
I am ripe with wisdom I sip meditated life lesson age
seeds of learning grow strong blossom in my soul
seeds of learning strained before this incarnated soul
seeds of learning reaped infused in this body life soul
I move among men unseen a wisp spectre of mist
I weary pass last lessons embodied in life lesson mist
I sit slip unseen into my cave in the mountain of mist
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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I like the feeling I get while reading this poem; a feeling of serenity, like when you are in a meditative state of mind, free from the burden of too much reality...