To? ? ? Poem by Mountain Man

To the colleges
of what I don't
know.
to the universities of
hard knocks.
A PHD in nothing.
Nothing gets past the guards of
tomorrow.
As the treadmill gets
faster & faster.
A master of disaster,
or a master of creation.

to all love's
that were denied.
A life broken, tied &
tried.
Tried for not knowing the meaning of love.
But where is she
often people asked.
Asked of virtue & grace.
Grace rising to the
cream of the crop.