The Book of Wisdom

Life, the teacher with boundless grace,

No classroom walls, no time, no place.

Each step we take, each path we roam,

A lesson learned, a seed is sown.

In triumph’s glow, we rise so tall,

Believing we have conquered all.

Yet trials whisper, stern and wise,

That strength is born when spirits rise.

The moments harsh, the nights so long,

Compose the verses of our song.

No chapter blank, no page in vain,

For wisdom grows from joy and pain.

Regret not wounds, nor sorrow’s touch,

For even scars can teach us much.

The book we write, both fierce and true,

Is shaped by all that we walk through.

So turn each page with open eyes,

Embrace the lows, embrace the highs.

For life’s the teacher, vast and free,

And wisdom’s book lives endlessly.