15.3.14 Wise Boy

A wise boy once taught me
The mind of a monk
That he could stand on both sides
Strong of knowledge on the world and human behaviour
Yet humour and youth still bright and shining

Never has one seen the temple boy
Without a smirk or smile
no one ever knew what it meant either
his knowledge unmatched

Each step, word, action thought through
Like his life was a game of chess
No mistakes and no failures
For he did not need to learn

We feared his growth
Youth was his only downfall for the time
For this boy may have knowledge
Where man had strength


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