I am a man of wisdom and no god
I am a man of wisdom and no god,
emerging from our superstitious past.
When, as I shall, I lie beneath the sod
I will have set example to the last;
to hold the trust that nature put in me;
to cultivate each talent as I can;
through discipline and duty to be free
of guilt unworthy of the race of man.
I owe this to the ones that came before,
who slowly raised the glory of the mind,
with music, laughter, wit, a boundless store
of answers to all problems we can find.
The unlit lamp, the unused skill is sin.
The only way that man can fail to win.
emerging from our superstitious past.
When, as I shall, I lie beneath the sod
I will have set example to the last;
to hold the trust that nature put in me;
to cultivate each talent as I can;
through discipline and duty to be free
of guilt unworthy of the race of man.
I owe this to the ones that came before,
who slowly raised the glory of the mind,
with music, laughter, wit, a boundless store
of answers to all problems we can find.
The unlit lamp, the unused skill is sin.
The only way that man can fail to win.
[Sonnet from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]
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