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I saw something under the sun, A race that no one yet has won; By fast runners or of heroes, Possessing wings upon their toes. Wise people do not have the food, To nourish themselves as they brood; Intelligent folks have no wealth, That ensures them of a good health. Skilled folks get no special treatment, For the type of life they commit; But when events overtake them, They see who is first to condemn. No one knows when it is their time, For going and pay for their crime; Like fish that are caught in a net, We know not when we pay that debt. Like birds that were caught in a snare, Slim chance with a wing and a prayer; Of ever again being free, Breaking loose so that they can flee. I saw examples of wisdom, Flow from the heavenly kingdom; It made an impression on me, As it gave an insight to see. A few soldiers in a small town, That a king with a golden crown; Decided on an attack plan, And for killing every man. But a wise man who was unknown, Was ignored as he set the tone; How the town really could be saved, As the town folk badly behaved. No one remembers than poor man, As the king achieved in his plan; But wisdom is better than strength, To persevere at any length. So you should pay more attention, Wise men with a good intention; Wisdom is better during war, When a sinner breaks down your door. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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