The Wise Man
The wise man sat upon the hill
Deep in thought he sat so still
He was old and grey and robed in white
And I walked for miles to see this sight
Men and women gathered round
And listened for the slightest sound
The little man stared straight ahead
What thoughts were flooding through his head?
He closed his eyes and began to mutter
My heart it jumped and began to flutter
Could he tell us life’s true meaning?
Or was he just asleep and dreaming?
‘I’ He said in a quiet voice
I sit here because I have a choice’…
The crowds of people wanted more
Words of wisdom not heard before
The little man began to grin
And raised his hand to scratch his chin
‘In this world we seek a reason
For each day and every season
We want to know why we are here
To find the meaning of each year’
The little man shrugged each tiny shoulder
‘Perhaps I’m wise because I’m older?
Or because I sit alone in thought
You think I know more than I ought?
What makes me wise is very little
I’m very old and my bones are brittle
I sit alone because I can
Apart from that I’m just a man’
But he was more than that the people thought
And they gave him gifts that they had brought
For only a wise man lives alone
The wisest mind needs not flesh nor bone
The final words he spoke that day
As his followers strolled away
’Some will follow some will lead
We all need guidance to succeed’…
‘But looking for the truth of living
Is not in gifts but in the love we’re giving’