Alone, aloof, atop a hill they’re lived
A sage whose renown insight I sought
To gain. Trekking, trudging I soon arrived
Exhausted. Price to pay for abstract thought.
Upon my reaching wisdoms only door
I ventured, dared an undertaking knock.
“Who’s seldom rap I hear, I implore?”
He asked. “A knowledge seeker, please unlock
The mysteries of life, I‘m looking for.”
“You that entreats abstruse profundity
Request to borrow secrets from my door?”
“Aye! Savant, my climb was steep and heavy.”
“Thou are a fool! Effort was all in vain.
Wisdoms door is closed until it’s gained.”