Alone, aloof atop a hill they’re lived
A sage whose renowned insight I sought
To gain. Trekking, trudging I soon arrived
Exhausted-- Price to pay for abstract thought.
Upon my reaching wisdom's 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?”
“Yes! Savant, my climb was steep and weary.”
“You’re a fool! Your effort was all in vain.
Wisdom's door is closed until it’s gained."