Mom's famous speech of life.
The ink is dry upon the sheepskin scroll,
A golden seal to crown the weary mind,
But parchment cannot measure out the soul,
Or teach the heart the wisdom it must find.
For brilliance is a spark that lights the dark,
A restless fire that burns without a chart;
It leaves upon the world a jagged mark,
Born of the instinct, not the formal art.
You’ll find the scholar trapped in tethered lines,
Repeating truths that others wrote before,
While genius dwells where untamed logic shines,
And opens wide the locked and rusted door.
So do not weigh the worth against the wall,
Where dusty titles hang in framed display;
The brightest minds may never heed the call
Of lecture halls where shadows go to gray.
True mastery is etched in sweat and stone,
A quiet insight, sharp and keen and deep;
It walks the path that wisdom carves alone,
While titles watch the graduates asleep.
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Friendship, this gave me a smile, my friend. 😊 There is a confidence here that feels earned rather than boastful...a celebration of curiosity, creativity, and the many ways wisdom finds its way into the world. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you
Here we have a poem that marks education as a simple certificate of going through the steps to membership. True intelligence may appear anywhere without acclaim or formal certification. Paper does not make a person smart or keep one from being so. A wonderful write with which I soundly agree.
thank you
You are most welcome
Good write F.
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