Wasted Seeds
The child I saw the other day from wisdom’s light had turned away,
and when I came to ask him why a mind so bright can truth be shy,
he spoke back with a voice that boredom showed:
“They teach those things I have no need to know.
Those ideas that I’d like to love,
no one will take the time to share or show.”
So he darkly spent his learning days
in dullness, shadowed from truth’s warming rays.
Had we but taken time to feel his needs,
what gardens might have blossomed from those seeds?