|The Wise One|
In the deep, dense woods, the monkey traveled true, The Wise One he had
hoped to view. Odd as it may seem to some, this wise one, was barely older than a
few. They thought that he was wise beyond his years, being he predicted other’s tears.
He answered every question, spotted every lie. In all the years he’d been here none
had seen his hide. Hopes and prayers were sent to him with dreams of coming true.
Every child had their eyes set to be like him. What no one saw, what no one knew, was
this monkey’s intent to do. Find The One, set him free, show the world what they could
be. Though he traveled tried and true, he was met with news sad and blue. Though
the monkey sought to kill, he found The Wise One, sick and ill. Though his body, 22,
his mind was up quite a few. All his life he ne’er stopped to play, ne’er did he take a
getaway. His mentality cost him all. His heart was just a hollow hall, touched not by
love or by the Fall. Winter turned to Summer and Spring to Fall, ne’er did he take
notice to the wonders that others so cherished. Too late now, you see he’s passed,
what could be missed except his intellect. Sad as it may be to you, that’s all he was to
us, the man we ne’er did know, but the one we did trust. Missed he will not be, but
ne’er the less we do mourn, how long before we meet the next mat at the door?
Just because you take care of others doesn’t mean that they will take care of you.
Being “wise beyond your years” isn’t what it appears.
Being nice is fine to be but don’t lie down at the world’s feet.
Slowing down now and than gives you power to give again.
Make sure you can afford what you give.
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