From rooms of ignorance, I once did dwell,
Where shallow thoughts were mine and mine alone.
Each evening seemed a lonely, silent knell,
And mornings were as cold as gnawing bone.
But knowledge came, a gentle, patient guide,
Transforming stupors into sprouts of mirth.
Each lesson learned, my days did more provide,
And dumbness fled before this newfound worth.
So, I drank from wisdom's well, deep and clear,
Found intellect, where once was vacant space.
Each night is now a slumber to revere;
To reflect on what I’ve learned to embrace.
So days are but yester-nights in disguise,
And with each new truth, I’m less dusk to wise.