The past, wise worries it nor learned,
Beyond reach, the past is all but dead—
Truth— that sets apart wise
From the rest otherwise,
Yet, howso the truth's hammered ‘pon head,
No one ever it buys,
Buried in books it lies,
Deep in sands as dips ostrich its head.
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Words well said | 45.11.14 |
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