Pearl Of Wisdom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights of knowledge transfixed on borders of midnight,
noting the phosphorescence of meaning begins at the
end of life.

Toting everything from day to day, belittling advances
of society, feeling turned in upon itself, sucked inside
out, vomiting treasures of knowledge upon a sea of
sand.

Lying forgotten there, years constantly rolling over it,
movement of shifting sands smoothing it carefully,
shining it into a glossy pearl of wisdom, waiting to be
picked by learned men.

Hidden beneath depths of many minds, it solitarily defies
all ages to try and pick it up.

Looking so wonderful, many have tried to claim it as their
own, only to reach down, touching a vision of the wisdom
pearl, and having it retch upon their hands, leaving the
stench of ages filling their nostrils.

Finally, dawn breaking, light of knowledge is transfixed
on borders of midnight, challenging everyone who dares to
claim he's smart.

Casting out anyone getting in it's way, the pearl of wisdom
ever stays in the teeming pit between heaven and the hell
of it.