Monday, August 10, 2015

The Miner

How much longer must I go on searching
How many books do I have to probe
How many shelves do I have to dig through
Before I find my mother lode?

I've been flown into the north country
I've worked the hill creeks of the south
I've looked around the east and west
And even tried the wise man's mouth.

I'm not an ordinary miner,
Though sometimes I wish I were
For looking out for the philosopher's stone
Is not so easy to prefer.

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