Begins the pleasure of a scholar's
New Year
A plan to form a future, which
Forever
drawth
near
Although ancient script and quaint
Old words
Be the wealth
Of knowledge
These
Take different meanings
In every human
Heart
Thus
Senseless words
Transformed by
Persistence,
Patience,
Love;
Mercy from
Above
*I wrote this when I was perhaps 14. I believe in different things now*
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