WISDOM
When foolish and young,
I’d use my tongue,
Forgetting the voice within.
To avoid the tears,
I’d close my ears,
But forget to listen within.
To smell the rose,
I’d use my nose,
Knowing nought of scents within.
If I can’t perceive it,
I just won’t believe it,
To Hell with what’s within.
But if I were wise,
I’d close my eyes,
Knowing that God is within.
© Lionel Owen
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