Wise Men Say. Poem by R. K. Hart

There are things to search for in your days.
There are things to hunt down to correct our ways
Attributes that make us better men.
Better men for both our wives and children.

One such thing I have found a difficult item to trace.
I have searched mountain high and valley low for grace.
Grace is a difficult thing to grasp.
When I think I have a hold it slips away and laughs.

Wisdom is another I have searched for in vain.
It seems to be mine, visits for moment then dissipates without my claim.
I hear wise words spoken even from my lips.
Then foolish words from the same mouth slip.

Wiser men believe the perfect flower on its leafy perch,
Is also worth man's time and life long search.
They say to give your life is no waste,
To find the perfect blossom beautiful and chaste.

Grace often laughs at me and goes her way,
And wisdom says she just may visit another day.
Minus grace and wisdom my life offers clouds dark and threatening.
But also has given me clouds wispy white and loving.

I have succeeded in finding that perfect flora,
It was as a beautiful gentle bud when I first saw.
Now the years have moved on to four score,
She has blossomed into love measured from mountain top to ocean floor.