Read the philosophy poems slowly,
After each line, let it rest.
So like the hymns of the ages
Their lesson needs time to digest.
Hold on to the thought, like an organ
When each vibrant strain hangs in mid air,
Then, their beauty unfolds like a rosebud
For there is always a message some where.
If somehow on life's rough strenuous road
I could someway lessen the pain,
Or help just one person, to see the light,
Then, my thoughts were not harnessed in vain.