POEMS

From Elizabeth, my friend from Canada:

Four be the things I am wiser to know:

Idleness, sorrow, a friend and a foe.

Four be the things I'd be better without:

Love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

Anachronist's answer:

Wisdom is not for me to attain,

except elsewhere and in the main -

the bible for me is most germane;

my study from which must I not abstain.

Idleness an existence would be my bane,

my kind of busy leads to no fame.

Lonely's the fate - my middle name,

its companion - sorrow my lovely dame.

Friends are from afar - few remain,

the cause: my first love, eternal 'fame':

the Word of God - my compass, my plane.

It flies into foes who prove they're insane.

.......................SIGH........................................

So love's a stranger outside my domain;

curiosity a game from which I refrain,

unless it's directed by God in the main.

..........................AND.......................................

Freckles you'd say I've been in brown rain.

Doubt oft the slipping from God's plane.

My purpose in Him will not be in vain -

a cry from which I must never refrain;

it must be directed by truth in His name.