For some it is difficult,
To follow a map.
Highlighting graphic directions,
In which they should take.
That will bring them safely,
From point A to Z.
Yet for others?
Immediately,
They comprehend and understand.
With map in hand.
And they are gone.
Leaving those who remain,
Asking over and over again...
What A to Z means.
To then want to know,
How old is the map.
And the qualifications,
Of who created it.
The schools they attended.
Where they live and degrees they have.
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