Out Of Sight, Under Carpet Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Wonder just how many need distractions from their plate
Excuse-ites is a convenient disease not to clear one's slate

Few contemplate their lot for the circumference of the whole
Meditate, regurgitate, and eliminate blocks against one's goal

It takes the brave to linger around Wisdom's fine Oak Tree
Not the Tree of Knowledge but the one of Life for Liberty

Still, spiteful ones need excuses; they simply won't front-up
They'll drink the dregs of bitterness to the bottom of their cup

I tell you- Silence's not always golden, and history does repeat
Wisdom walks with the lowly-of-heart, not near Popular Street

So seek not gold's riches or fame, but to know 'your value'
Men's valuing is slighted by distain; God's will stir and rile you