Philosophical Yearning
When I was young I was starved for
great wisdom, I yearned to
understand the ennoble
pandering,
I was interest in most religions and
philosophical knowledge: I go
there while idea
meandering.
I cried tears of joy when I studied my
first lesson by thinkers with
weighty thoughts they
had,
Their rendition of the world I know
arranged my morals like pieces
to a puzzle; affirmed by
Grandad.
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I
cried
tears
of
joy