To The Erudite One

I may be large and thus occupy a lot of        space

But to you, erudite one, I am invisible,

For words from my   mouth

Do not adhere to your mind,

But drift off into the   wilderness.

I may have read books about the histories

And philosophies of mankind

And have been an observer of life,

Yet I have no

       credence among

       many academic document holders.

Have you, academic document holder,

Ever asked yourself what someone like me has been doing while you were busy

regurgitating

       Ideas from past dead thinkers

       to obtain a degree, a social passport through life?

I, erudite one, may not know who wrote

The Theory Of Relativity,

But I have been learning

From authentic

contemporary life

And have read many

non-prescribed books.

Yet the irony is often that tomorrow’s

Entombed but literary-alive thinkers

Are today’s self-educated prosaic drifters.

© Judy Brumby-Lake