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Wisdom's Prison

I want my life to be a poem
A quiet chant, a gentle prayerful song

That rocks the earth to blissful sleep
With a whispered promise of better days.
Let every hour be a stirring melody

That buries deep all discord,
Let all my days be curtained in sunlight
And the dull and dark forever veiled.

My aging life wil1 soon be heavy prose
And earth will stand before me undisguised.
No merry tune will scatter the clouds
No words of hope will wash my brothers clean.
Please let my eyes be forever blinded
And my ears stopped fast with nursery rhymes.
That the foolish joy of youth and life
May never die in wisdom's prison.

Linda Wells