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Life is a challenge
That, all of us know
If you can’t succeed
Then just get up and go
But you taught me to fight
For what I believe
Ambition a constant hunger
I advise you -
Beware the quiet genius
Cunning, unnervingly discerning
Don’t underestimate me
You see me sit in silence
I first checked you out in school.
I don’t know what caught my eye
But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy
And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
I end the journey of reading this book
the lines printed on the aged paper
“Whatever we had missed, we possessed
together the precious, the incommunicable past.”
Yellowed pages
Faded ink
Coffee stains left behind, by another story traveler
The old man with a corduroy jacket
Patches on the sleeves, and not just the elbows
Books perch on the shelves
