That nothing was all she had got,
But then she grew older
And oh she grew bolder
And she gave all she did her best shot.
***
She studied then with books and files,
Buried under heaps and piles.
Now her thought's taken a turn.
Now she knows how to learn.
And she hopes she walks with Wisdom for miles.
***
She whiles away all her time.
She doesn't think it's a crime.
For the time she loves wasting,
Is a time that's worth tasting
And a time that's worth more than a dime.
***
She loves trying something new.
If you'd try it you'd love it too.
The old ways are as boring
As the old man who's snoring,
So add some spice to your tasteless stew.
***
She loves being inspired by feeling.
It gives her withered soul a sense of healing.
So she picks up her quail
And writes her own tale
To Him who listens as she is kneeling.
***
I don't know what I want to be
Or what my future holds for me.
But someday I shall rise
Up from foolishness to be wise
And only then the big picture shall I see.
***
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