The priest stood by the grave of the great thinker and said
'Oh wise man why do you gloat in your wisdom, if this is your end? '
Will your knowledge carry you past the dark's eventual embrace,
For the foolish and the wise the grave accepts without a name.
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When time's laugh lines wrinkle, and ages the youth of its vanity, Then petals and thorns of the rose forever embrace on cold stone. Beautiful lines in the poem. Loved it. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem.10 for it. Subhas