My Tutor Poem by Bryan Taplits
My Tutor
Hunting through old books of lore
I found this scroll I bound-
Years ago I wrote it
When I was brash but sound.
I still hear every word
I had writ them all so well,
But even though I planted them
Amassed, they could not dwell.
I remember those treasures I mined that day-
And extinguished some I'd stored,
They taught me things I learned not yet
They taught me less is more.
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