Books
are always at handever ready to repeat
instruct without taunt
make us erudite
with life experience of different minds
but we earn wisdom
only by self education
each alone
enduring
sole sored rut cut
stumbling ,tumbling
across ordeal strewn unwalked way,
unknown
our life book each self written
single shelfed
in the library of the soul.
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