Humility…
A fool among the scholars,
not self-assured or wise.
Caught amidst skyscrapers,
useless in their eyes.
My footsteps are my virtue,
with heart upon my sleeve.
I question ever softly,
the truth that they believe.
My thought a whispered question,
I simply do not share
and even if I dared to,
I doubt that they would care.
I have no trophy mounted,
no title starts my name.
My bank account is meager,
I have no claim to fame.
These things are mine to ponder,
as on my path I go,
groping in a city,
surrounded by the know.
The mighty and the honored,
the titled and the great…
but if we all rode horses,
who then would hold the gate.
January 18, 2014
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