Steadfast

Steadfast my son!
You are a thinking man,
A different one.
Thy soul is rich but it does implore,
Asking questions hard to ignore
Like a guiding light
Helping others to their shore.

Stay your course, my son!
Though the wealth of millions not in your store
The greater your depth,the higher you soar!

Face smiles, an idea pops
Eyes frown, an idea drops
Sweat thy must for your mind to deepen
For me, for most, it does not happen.

Worry when there are no concepts left to find
Cry, Alas! when thy feel a barren mind.
Feel no grief, for your true belief
Is the only part of life not brief.

Steadfast my son!
You are a thinking man,
A different one.

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**"Questions make me think, thinkers make me question"**
I was asked a question by my son, who is a doctorate of philosophy, about why, in the last few years, I have become more accommodating, calm and friendly. I could not answer him then, but after reflection I think I began to change my mindset after he started to ask and debate what makes life worthy. This poem is in recognition of his role in my evolution.

Steadfast

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"Questions make me think, thinkers make me question"

Lady Liberty

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