Philosopher Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The philosopher
Looked at the world one day,
Never expecting to get any pay,
For his ever expanding knowledge.


That he would distill to the world,
About happenings, humans and their songs.


This philopher filled volumes of pages,
For this earth to read.
He never asked for anything in return.
For money he had no greed.


His work went down untouched through the ages.
Invaluable all on it's own.

This philosopher was forever.