Briefly stated, I found this poem among the annals upon a thumb-drive of mine. It is by far not a work that I am overly proud of but is alright. I believe that it is the first poem that I wrote in college after not writing for years.

Enjoy or not at your discretion! I will post another relatively soon. It is another old one that is a bit more religious in tone.

A Scholar’s Change
Erudite, the young man sat alone by the dim fire.
He pensively considered how he came unto this mire.

Philosophy, mathematics too, and also chemistry,
these things and more he sought under his lonely thinking tree.

All of his days he spent as such, from youthful confidence
and now he saw that all he knew was not worth a coin-pence.

His life had been a story of such arrogance and pride,
he thought he'd stand upon his own and in no one confide.

His students thought he was gleeful, with energy in class,
but to those whom he was closest, a smile would seldom pass.

And so was he, in doubt of mind when unto him did come
what seemed to be the very form of beauty in its sum.

Out in the field, he saw such grace and allure that he rose
to watch her sing and dance without a hint of worldly woes.

He went outside and spoke with her, the maiden pure and fair,
for curious he was to know why she was singing there.

And so she looked into his eyes and told him simply this:
"Some people live only to spread both bliss and sweet goodness."

Yet when she peered into those deep and utmost lonely eyes,
his heart was locked in wonderment and from the depths did rise.

He saw his life, his work complete, his praises sung by all,
yet at his grave stood only those who shouldered his small pall.

Yet while he gazed at her deeply, he saw another sight
that gave him hope that there may be a brighter source of light.

He saw that he could live beyond his book-filled fantasies,
that life could mean more than musing on grave realities.

And she, in looking, saw the face of someone trying much
to be patient and kind although it was so out of touch.

For long they walked that summer day and deep into the wood
they ambled speaking and singing of all things fair and good.

And so it happened that this man who thought he was alone
came home each day to hear her sing and talk of all they'd done.

At length they wed and many saw the vows be taken then,
and joy there was in all the guests who came to visit them.

The scholar's work was lessened some and yet he saw much more
that all work done must strive to help mankind with spirits poor.

While there were troubles, there was joy and life sprung forth with glee,
and all gathered around them oft their happiness to see.

And so the two together trod down life's long troubled path,
helping the stumbling of the other, calming thoughtless wrath.

And in the end, when their souls went to God the creator,
these two lovers were remembered for more than knowing lore.

Indeed a man, with book in hand, may find a maiden fair
and have more joy with love in life than in his book-filled lair.