Words from the Sage

I still hear them warn
The voices from the past
Plant not the black seeds
Do and your farm won’t last

They are dead they say
The words boom ominous
Hear not what we tell
And be it ruinous

Listen I did not
Due to my tender age
I opt once again
To consult with a Sage

Look into your heart
Bide by it’s tidings well
Ignore your ancients
The wise man came to tell

Sew those seeds I did
In ground too hard to plow
Each with equal care
This is my solemn vow

Buried them in hope
Of my faith they were fed
And at harvest time
My actions caused no dread

In my retrospect
The Guru set me straight
Till death I’ll refrain
From doubting what is fate

12/19/11

Words from the Sage

8upchef

Kettering, United States

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I promised my friend George Coombs I would give words to his Sage

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