A Bohemian's Query Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

What do you posses, a burden or a gift?
What do you posses, that holds you up on high?
And from the fires of this world uplift?

Great Knowledge, does it remove sorrows past?
Or tomorrows troubles that seem to come in waves?
Does it lighten your burdens; does it quiet your shame?
Is it greater than love, or do you value it the same?

Having the world’s currency that you highly acclaim
Or its kith, the sins it uses to enslave
Does it ease you fears; does it dampen your pain?
Is it greater than beauty, or to you a worthless gain?

Does fame’s cold comfort? So glamorous and vain
Is it a compress for greed’s voracious fever?
Does it fill your hunger, or does your emptiness remain?
Is it greater than freedom, or from it do you abstain?

And what of power, which you despitefully obtain?
Are abject's cries, for you, a panacea?
Do their tears heal yours, or do they stay?
Is it greater than truth, or, for you, does it never pay?