A Word To The Wise - Poem by ENOCH JOHN
That which is to be will be,
Wait and you'll see,
The eventuality of fate
Perfect and exact, to the date.
Come! A parable I'll tell you,
Certain things you ought to do
To gain entry to the mystery
Of places, people and their history.
Of why walls fall down
And fools come to town
To seek their destiny among the wise,
Without even looking with their eyes.
A perfect stage already set,
So many think they can get
Riches and experience for free-
Sir, paying the price is still the key.
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