Truth is older than
you imagine
A sage of knowledge
it beckons
To guide in ways
unseen
Look away from the
city lights
All the twinkles
isn’t gold
Forsake your
arrogance
The belief you already
know
Let wisdom instruct
And prune your dead
limbs
Then let the fruit
grow
© July 2019
Duane Windell
Phillips
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