The Wise Man And The Fool

The Wise Man And The Fool short poem

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The wise man, and the fool. shall never agree,
For the fool, thinks himself, to be wiser than he.
Yet the wise man knows, not all that is taught,
And the fool thinks, wisdom, can be bought.
And the fool will argue, to the fullest extent,
And from his ways, he will not repent.
As the wise man searches, for a new way to learn,
A fool will stay, in his folly to burn!

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I'm a very private person who spends a lot of time alone. I meditate on answers to a lot of life's trials and tribulations in life. I am a libra and I believe in true honest justice that balances out equally! I write poetry to help myself and others to see both sides of the coin at the same time- I have wrote poetry since I was 13-been writing almost 39 years now and just started putting it out for others about 2 months ago-
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@james_porter, an argumentative poem is a good respite from the often delectated lovey writes. You turned philosophical, and the better. Write on.


I had to grin a bit on the second reading as yes! yes
your poem so true.


Thank you very much! I am honored you like it! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!
PS- have you read Babbling words and the words of a wise man? You should also like them! I will repost them in just a little bit! Hopefully you catch them! Thank you very much for the comment! That makes me want to add more!! 🙂


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