What is Wisdom?
by Tim Reed
What is wisdom
but a collection of mugs
yellowed pages, softly waiting
tear-painted handkerchiefs
concert-tickets
a simple pane of glass looking upon paradise?
A look that is a Library
a word that is a Painting
wisdom is like the wind
only known when its gale bends an oak
or its breeze fills a soul
its grandeur is not the gold filigree of a museum
but the heart framed in a wrinkled eye
this is wisdom, and nothing more
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