The Student (Profiles #9)

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Poring over pages in the back room
Where the sunlight never shows
And the fresh air doesn’t flow.

Looking at the silly conversations
Of two hundred years ago.
They use words I barely know.

But my mind needs to find
The truths that those texts expose
Before those pages close.

I may not see the meaning in the now,
May not understand when or how,
Or the past’s great highs and lows.

But the voices of yesterday show
What today I need to know.

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