Pursuit Poem by Roy Sumner
Pursuit
I cherish the wisdom of old
Bringing the lost in from the cold
Empirically moving north
An open mind seeing forth
A cumulus of knowledge yet to be told
Driven by fear
My laurels are sharp
My body will wear
But continue to harp
The twill on my dreams
Will burst at the seams
Soak in the ways
And the practices lent
For the rest of my days
I will not be content
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5/4/2024 1:42:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Learn from the old, live in the new. Great poem.