OLD MAN'S ANSWERS





Words fly on a breeze of delight
Open thoughts, a broken-string kite
Soars higher, falls lower,
It drifts out of sight
As the old man wonders aloud...


"How far is the edge of the known?
We planted a seed, have we properly sown?
The fields of knowledge grow ever so slow,
When we die is it to heaven we go?"
Says the old man to his audience...


"Learn from life and consider it gold.
Never believe all that your told
Without first proving to yourself alone,
And then realize it's never quite so."
Whispers the old man as he closed his eyes.


We waited. We listened.
The silence only grew.
We watched him so carefully
When we already knew.
The old man has found his answers.
~





DBrown Fisher
© May 1992

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