Specialisation Poem by Mary Champion

I walked along the shore,
eyes downward cast,
and when I was intrigued
by something bright,
some uncommon pebble,
I stooped to take it in my hand,
subjected it to scrutiny until
I divined the secrets
of its nature
and wrote them in my book.

And so, I was - lifelong -
in search of Truth,
in search of the unknown
I could explain
and write it in my books.

But in old age I found
my aching back
needed to straighten.
I looked around.
And then it was a saw
a mighty ocean
of mysteries to solve.
I had no time
to write them in my book.