Once I met a strange man on the street next to mine
I realized that knowledge could be a better resource than a goldmine
For though a mine could bring riches, knowledge attracts wealth
The strange man had the habit of making people wise
In fact, he himself-the strange man- was a habit
A living habit yet, a character of bookworms
He would acquire information and apply them to situations
He would then relay his experience and enlighten others
Indeed, his association with me is an advantage
If you happen to host him, count yourself lucky
For the knowledge of how a thing is created is better than its possession
Just as it is better to learn a trade than to receive a dime
My great friend is called reading
He plies every quiet and serene road to the mind
Have you ever met him?
Morakinyo Ayo.
www.moraks.blogspot.com
