Thursday, October 2, 2014


VERSOSOPHY

     He was not a philosopher, per se,
     Although he once had earned a Ph.D.
     In literature; thus in a literal way
     He was a doctor of philosophy:
     An ardent traveler on wisdom’s road,
     Eager to pursue, scornful of rest,
     Who aimed to live by the Socratic code,
     Inquiring ever what would serve all best.
     His method, though, was mainly literary,
     As every morning he invoked the Muse
     While sitting in the midst of his library
     And scouring his cranium for clues—
          Then on the best of days, he’d pen a verse
          With both some wit and wisdom to disburse.











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