The Path of Wisdom I went for a walk the other day And came to a path or road or whatever That so many great poets seem to go down. It was lovely, And like the other bards, Eventually, I came to a fork or a crossroads or whatever. There, like Bobby Frost, It all came to me. Like the mystery of life itself, was talking to me. This time I knew I could find the language To match the experience. Immediately, taking the road more or less traveled, I ran home so I wouldn’t lose the words in my head. So here it is: Aguniyp vtewsfhj awv uytedfh. Bmjiyrdvbio, and ggtesfh rtiojngft chjiur, Cvvhujmf bfyu uutxnbu!