My dad had a perfect set,
a full set I inherited.
I thought for awhile I did
not like the philosophy of men.
I decided to give the set away
to a person who did.
I read about a congressman
who valued the set of
those who had gone before,
Locke and Hobbes, Rousseau,
and the men who formed the door.
I decided to reflect on them,
these men of long ago.
Maybe write a book on the thoughts
of those who wanted us to know,
they live on in me and you.
I then wrote a poem of Milton
and studied the works
of Lord Byron, himself stating,
Beauty walking in the night.
I bought a set, imperfect,
worn.
The books long forgotten,
have now become my own.
copyright 2009
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