All alone I search the corridor of knowledge
Seeking to find the truth of life
My eyes scan the isles
Each row of knowledge is scattered without reason
For knowledge is not logical and only shows itself to those deemed worthy
The knowledge is not alphabetized
Information concerning lies and truth can be found side by side
This gives me an idea that maybe death and life are grouped together
Maybe their is a pattern to knowledge
I lock onto the knowledge of death
Without hesitation I search for the knowledge of life
To my dismay beside death is only the knowledge of humanity
The hopes for a pattern is dismissed
I continue my search
I continue my journey for fifty years
My hairs have turned gray and my muscles have weakened
While my eyes and hearing are still diminishing
However my search is still frivolous
I trip over a mound of knowledge passed by daily
Under the mound a piece of knowledge catches my eye
The title reads... The Knowlede of Life
My life has been fulfilled and my journy is complete
Reading the book I find knowledge I cannot repeat
Like magic I regain my youth and leave the corridor of knowledge
Forever helping humanity through its many trials of one thing we all go through...
Life
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