Josh sit at the table of the wise
That you may obtain their wisdom
For the bearing of life holds fools ransom
Not that it despise the fools
But their folly finds them out
So my Dear Josh
Glory in the ranches of the wise
Rather than in the palace of the fools
Send fools not away from thee
For their folly magnified your wisdom
Let them eat your table fall
And keep them a distance off
That they rub not their folly on thee
But the wise on thy table besides
That your wisdom keep high up
Till thy light shine like a diamond
And thy way as strait as heaven's gate.
My dear little Josh.
©poetic_jo
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